A naturally quiet girl, Luna often could not verbalize at the most important of times. She wished to have something insightful to say, like a general rallying his troops. Instead, she scooted closer to him, their shoulders gently touching.
"They're still with us," she said quietly. "Everyone who loves us is with us. And they're happy." There was a quaint gentleness to her voice, but when she sensed that Neville was near crying, her heart quivered. Luna leaned her head onto his shoulder, the contact reassuring.
"You know, there's something special about being able to feel your warmth. It's like a reassurance and reminder that we're still alive, the both of us."