[ It's a strange thing to hear, but not a terrible one. The love of friendship is something she's felt, but not heard aloud — certainly not at home. Her friends have never told her that they loved her. And not here either, not in words. Until now. She loves her friends, something freely but silently expressed; hearing it reciprocated is... A Lot.
Luna inhales shakily, tears prickling in her eyes until they fill too full and splash quietly down her cheeks. She's smiling though, and she hugs the boy a little tighter. It's perhaps one of the most wonderful things she's ever heard, and Diarmuid is so very dear to her. ]
I love you, too. [ She is... glad to be herself again. Not causing more hurt. ] Very much so.
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this could be a good place to wrap?
Luna inhales shakily, tears prickling in her eyes until they fill too full and splash quietly down her cheeks. She's smiling though, and she hugs the boy a little tighter. It's perhaps one of the most wonderful things she's ever heard, and Diarmuid is so very dear to her. ]
I love you, too. [ She is... glad to be herself again. Not causing more hurt. ] Very much so.