"Through my duties as the Oracle, I have often learned that...the deeper our wounds, the more we try to hide them. Especially to those closest to us."
Some habits still came very naturally to Lunafreya. The urge to help others, to provide healing and comfort, these things she sought by instinct; and it wasn't any different here as she watched Nyx appear to hesitate and draw in on himself.
Looking away for a moment, she gazed along the crowd of unfamiliar people. There didn't seem to be any obvious dangers. No Nifleheim airships roaming the skies, or any hint magitek soldiers in the streets. But then again, she knew very little of this place at all.
"Perhaps I will place myself in your care for the time being, if you're agreeable to it?" Luna nodded at him, giving deference. "However we've come to be here, and in whatever our current state, I believe it must have some meaning."
Asking for his company brought to mind other matters too. If Noctis and his companions were here as well (alive and well, by the Grace of the Gods), that allowed for more complications than she could measure.