"Oh, I'm glad you enjoyed it. I'd never hosted a party before," Luna said. "Faelan? Not as well as I'd like, but better than he knows I do, I think. Neville was under a curse from the war that didn't activate until we were together -- I don't know if he's told you anything about it, but it's a long story -- and shortly after he hired Faelan, Neville had to be put under memory charms to forget that I exist. I managed to break the curse, but not until moments before I went into labor."
Her eyes closed briefly, the image of the dagger sliding into Neville's chest haunting her as it always did when the subject came up. "Anyhow, I haven't seen Faelan very often, and he's very reserved, but that's understandable I suppose. He's nice though. He was very helpful in a situation that got thrown on him, and he didn't have to be. Neville tells me a lot about him though, even when he probably shouldn't." She chuckled slightly and shook her head. "I believe it's more that he considers us a single entity than any intention to break confidences, but there's your warning if you have anything you don't want me to know."