Merope winced, she didn't want to be near Luna if she was going to be morbid about news that she'd been aching to hear. When Merope was finally on the ground, she leaned back and down so she was laying on her side, turned from Luna. She wanted some kind of comfort, some kind of stroking but she very much knew that she didn't deserve it as it had probably been her fault for whatever her son ha done.
She needed to settle down, but that seemed so easy to say and hard to do. Merope felt much more undeserving of her life, she knew others would disagree.
What was she going to do, it's not like she could tell anyone.