Luna shakes her head.
"I need to talk to Cain. I… I know him to be an honourable man. I trust him. I'm quite certain he will not lie to me." She wishes she really feels the conviction in her voice.
The witch smiles, lowering her arms. "Of course, luv. But in the meantime, would you like a cup of tea?"
Luna swallows with difficulty. For some reason, tears are stinging her eyes and she feels a strong need to weep so she tries to calm herself before nodding. "Yes, please. Thank you."
The witch invites her to follow her to the kitchen where Luna sits obediently on a kitchen chair. The scent of various herbs and dried fruits and vegetables permeates the air and Luna looks around to distract herself. The kitchen is quite adorably disorganised, with bottles and pots of something everywhere,
