"Luna! Yes thank you," Tinsel said, brightening up when she saw her friend. It was hard not to look for pain there, to try and see the bandaging under the shirt to make sure it had all really happened. She stepped forward to take the glass and smiled at them both. What a place to live. It was like living in a magazine.
"I'm glad you got home okay," she said to Luna. "How are you feeling?"
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