In her current state, with terror filled eyes, Luna easily was directed inside the library. Entirely silent, and moving nearly robotically, she was far from her usual self. Even while her view of the Dark Mark was blocked, she still felt compelled to look in that direction.
Still, one of her hands reached out to the arm that Logan had outstretched, another tangible sensation to ground herself. A Healer had advised her to find something to anchor her mind as much as possible in the present reality, rather than being swept back in time to memories she would rather not carry. This was not the first time she had been dragged back into the past, and the first had been a night long ago when she had helped Harry sneak into the Ravenclaw tower. The first time she had Stunned someone in battle.
On wooden limbs, she moved, only half in the current moment.