At the sound of Luna's voice, Andy nearly dropped the matches entirely when he whipped his head around to the source of the sound, simultaneously worried and relieved to see her standing there. She sounded more soft-spoken and looked more spooked than normal. Then again...they hadn't talked in person in days.
Getting to his feet and taking up the crutches to help support his weight, he headed toward her, stopping halfway so as not to impose himself upon her. "Luna," he said, a small, sad smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Are you okay...?"
It was all he could do not to hurry closer to her...or hug her. The last thing he wanted was to give her a reason to leave or push him away again.