Luna clenched her now-empty hand, considering how warm and comforting (and surprising) Nyx's gesture had been. Even more than that, it was an important reminder. As it had been, in what now seemed far away back in Insomnia, she'd been pulled from a different sort of uncertainty.
Being strong and reliable for others was important, she remembered, but so too was reaching out for help when needed. And he'd already been there for her so many times...she wondered if she had the ability to ever return such good deeds.
Luna stood up straighter. Reaching up to move the hair back from her face, she sought out her own reserves of determination, trying to match that of the Glaive beside her. "You're right," she conceded. "Thank you, Nyx. For all of your help, now and always."
Whatever lied waiting in the path ahead, she would need to rely on her on faith—her belief in the hearts of others (and surely even the strength of her own).