[ He would know that gold-blonde hair anywhere, the white of her dress so pristine that it's almost blinding -- he might not have seen her in person for too, too long, but he would recognise her anywhere. She's real, she's here, and even if things are more complicated than they were before, he can't help a well of joy and hope; if she's here, then she's not dead.
If she's here, he can keep her safe.
He's rushing forward when Luna stumbles back, catching a firm hold of her before she can fully hit the ground. ]
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If she's here, he can keep her safe.
He's rushing forward when Luna stumbles back, catching a firm hold of her before she can fully hit the ground. ]
Luna!