[ Her touch upon his shoulder must be no more than a bandage upon a gaping wound. From the way he speaks of losing her, he's bleeding with this loss, more than... Hm. More than she would expect. It's as if he's lost her, completely, when she is only back in Eos.

She does not know the answers to his questions: why her, not him? What the gods choose to do with those they summon here baffles her as well. Some stay briefly, others stay for months. There seems to be no rhyme or reason, no matter to determine who fades and who does not. To demand answers of the gods, however, is an entitlement she will not indulge herself, although she sees no harm in others questioning them. ]

I'm sure you made her very happy, in her time here. [ She has no doubt in her mind that he did. He underestimates himself in this way, too: the way he is a light to others, not by any intention on is part, but simply by being. It's clear he wants to be where Luna is. ]

And, ...when you see in her your world... you'll do the same there. Make her happy. [ For surely he will see her then, surely. Or, by some fate, she will return to Havenwell to be with him again. Whether that be with memories or not, she cannot say, but she does not wish to give him a false hope. ]