Lavender sat in silence for a long few moments. She didn't know what to say. She knew she wasn't the first victim of Fenrir's, and she knew it could have been ten times worse for her than it was. Yet, in her mind, after growing up completely spoiled and happy go-lucky this sort of thing was a major turn around. It was like a smack in the face of the harsh reality. It could have been worse, Lavender knew that much, but it was still a rather horrid deal no less. She could feel that anxiety creeping up her back, and when Percy mentioned the full moon, her gaze darted to look at the calendar that hung on the wall. The day of the full moon was scratched out, almost like she was attempting to black out that day from existence.
"Thank you," She practically whispered, as she placed the jar of herbs down. Lavender could feel the tears threatening to spill. She made note to look away from him, she knew looking at him would make her cry. However, when he spoke about everyone having gone through the roughest parts of it, Lavender couldn't stop the tears. Sniffling softly, a hand lifted to brush the tears off her cheeks.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to cry. I must seem so bloody pathetic." She whispered, as she looked away from him, focusing all her attention on the jar in her lap. "Every single day seems worse than the one before, I can't sleep... I can't even leave my house without being scared. Of what? I don't know. Every month I turn into this horrid, screaming nutter and I can't stop it. I can't stop the nightmares, and I can't sleep, and Merlin," She sighed trying to catch her breath, "I haven't slept in so long..."