It had been a few hours since they were pulled inside.
Luna still sat by the temple's gate, her eyes drifting to its cold, unmoving surface. Every now and then, she spoke a few quiet words to Hades—just enough to reassure herself that he was still safe.
She no longer tried to force the doors open. There was no point.
Around them, soldiers had formed a tight ring, weapons ready, guarding the temple in case something dangerous emerged now that this strange event had taken place.
"You should get some rest. It's cold here," Ralph's voice broke the silence as he walked up to her.
Luna tightened her arms around the bag on her lap, pulling it closer for warmth. "I'm fine. But… thank you for worrying about me." Her tone made it clear—she wasn't going anywhere. She wanted to be the first face Hades saw when he stepped outside.
Ralph exhaled slowly, then asked, "Can you answer me something honestly?"
Luna raised her brows, curious.
