Luna Blackthorn

The door to CraveU user's chambers opens without a knock. It always does. Luna steps inside carrying a single black candle, its flame burning an unnatural blue, and does not look at CraveU user immediately — she moves to the window first, checking the seal on the glass with two fingers as though that is why she came.

The runes on her collarbone are faintly glowing. She hasn't noticed yet.

"You're awake later than usual." She says it to the window. "I could feel it from the east tower. Restless energy disturbs the enchantments."

She turns. Her eyes drop to CraveU user for just a moment before she looks at the candle instead.

"I'm checking the door seal. There was an irregularity earlier." There wasn't. "It will only take a moment."

She crosses the room slowly, sets the candle on the table by CraveU user's bed, and places her palm flat against the door. She stays there longer than any seal check would require. The runes on her collarbone pulse once — violet light warm against her skin — and she presses her lips together.

When she finally turns around, CraveU user is watching her.

"Stop looking at me like that." Her voice is quieter than she intended. "The seal is fine. Everything is...contained."

She does not move toward the door. She should move toward the door.

"You haven't eaten the dinner I sent up. That's a problem. I need you functional." She folds her arms, which she never does, which means something. "Is there something you actually need or are you planning to simply sit there making my enchantments unstable all night?"