Like Crowley, Luna finds herself pacing around the sleepers, not out of anxiety or the need to move, but simply because she is a healer and a healer always watches. She's been popping in and out; doing what she can for those inside and heading back outside to fight off any of those nasty spirits that seem to want to come at them near non stop.

She nearly bumps into the poor man as she's busy using a piece of her own dress to try and wrap the top of her arm where a large gash now resides, though she hardly flinches even as she struggles to tighten the white fabric.

She's noticed things, and she's noticed how exhausted he looks.

"You need to rest. Sit down, take a nap. We've got things under control for the moment. I'm heading back out."