As he sprung to life, Luna remained still as stone, staring at him curiously. Ah, so he'd been... well, not quite asleep - but close to it. His guard had been down, was it why he jumped so suddenly? Her lips pursed for a moment; no, no this was something else. Sadly understandable, she admitted to herself, some small pang of sympathy stirring in the pit of her stomach. They would all have nightmares, wouldn't they?

Some, more than others, it seemed. Curious and not so curious.

At his question, she tilted her head. Her vacant curiosity remained in her expression. She pitied him. It had not... entirely been his fault. This war had made messes of them all; she was not the only one who had been broken, she was not the only one who would need to try and place those pieces back together again.

"This is the way to Ravenclaw Tower," she reminded him gently, and then, looking around, an afterthought. "It's very quiet here, isn't it? Peaceful."

There's a pause. The initial curiosity she'd regarded him with has now long since faded. She turned her gaze back to him and stared, motionless and quietly sad. He had been terrified when she'd roused him. Something shifted in her chest, something she couldn't quite explain: terrible and heavy and sad.

Finally, she dipped her head. "Perhaps we should talk."