She was dying. Maybe she had died. Maybe she was having her own dream. Luna looked up at the man through half-lidded eyes, now, trying to catch her breath. It finally found an even pass even as her legs tightened and her fingers fist through the soft blanket and sheets on the bed. The sounds she made practically echoed in the forest and she made no effort to restrain herself at this point. While the princess was not voluminous she was not subtle in letting him know how good she was feeling.