There's plenty enough Luna doesn't know about herself. Magic as she is, the kind of magic from John's world is still very different to her own. She's still in the process of learning the more 'occult' kinds of magic. John had done a little of that process with her, but it's something she'll have to continue with.

It's hardly a question about her comfort or not, but she honestly doesn't mind the thought of the whole set up going on here. If Wrench has been here this whole time, then it's certainly been something of a peaceful situation—? He hasn't been any trouble, from what she can tell. Her brow furrows slightly in disagreement as she writes.

My shop now, but still your home. She turns the notebook to show him it before turning it back to write a little more. Her expression shifting into a quieter kind of grief, eyes blinking quickly to keep back the glossiness of them.

John wanted you to stay.

"So you stay." she taps the pen against the word 'stay'. If that's what John would want, then she's not going to kick the poor man out. She shakes the notebook in her hands once for emphasis. "Please."