[ At first, Clarisse doesn't even recognize Luna—it's only when the Sleeper opens her mouth to try and warn people away that Clarisse's eyes go wide and she makes the connection. She pushes her way through the crowd to get to Luna and takes both of her shoulders. She can feel the heat pulsing off of Luna, a sickening feverish warmth that makes her want to wince and turn away, but she doesn't. She can't; it's Luna. Horrifying as this is, she can't abandon her. ]
Luna—Luna, hey, it's okay. It's me. You're okay. [ She isn't sure what to do, what to say, and defaults to talking to her friend like she's a sick kid or a feral dog. Soft, repetitive. ]
no end in sight
Luna—Luna, hey, it's okay. It's me. You're okay. [ She isn't sure what to do, what to say, and defaults to talking to her friend like she's a sick kid or a feral dog. Soft, repetitive. ]