[hr][center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjE0Mi5lOGJkZjkuVEhWdVlRLCwuMAAA/lovers-quarrel.regular.png[/img][/center][hr][indent] She wished she could say Ianthe's comment would calm her down, but Luna wasn't so lucky. The back of her head wouldn't stop hurting and she couldn't quite shake the feeling--and that wasn't even taking the miasma into account! Supposedly it had ill effects on people the longer they lingered, but she wasn't keen on testing that theory. She practically hugged her bow at this point, her eyes darting around as she let out a slight whine at Edgar's words. If she wasn't panicking before, she certainly was now! Her free hand rested on her collarbone as she considered something. If the absolute worst was to come, she supposed she could use it. But even with all her jumping and feeling like something was going to leap out of the forest and ambush them, she had to quietly admit that there was a tiny part of her that actually wanted to go deeper into the forest. Perhaps it was the 'flytrap' phenomenon Edgar described, but she had to admit there was almost a pull to it. Not that she would voice that thought, because even she recognized how insane it sounded. Taking in a deep breath, she shook her head quickly, as if trying to dispel the pain at the back of her head, and she looked back at the now gone path. Holding in a whimper, she reached into her bag, pulling out a clear-colored gem. Slotting it in the empty spot next to the wind aldite, she watched its glow before looking around again. Her fingers gently strummed the harp, both gems glowing brightly in response. Playing a four note melody, a soft wind expelled from Luna as she quietly sang, [color=DEBAF7]"[i]For we who choose to defend.[/i]"[/color] The party would feel a calming sense of ease, their defenses fortified. [/indent][hr]