She leaned her head upon her knees, mirroring his position. Luna could have easily guessed his answer -- who could be alright in this situation? Still, it felt appropriate to ask, and she silently sighed.
"I miss him," she said simply. "I miss all of them." Her face fell, and blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, a weak and feeble barrier to the elements that threatened to destroy their fragile peace. She understood keenly his feeling -- "I know," she said, her tone a strange mixture of hope and hopelessness, faith and loss. "I wish I could have learned more from them."