Luna bobbed her head in a tired nod. She didn't know how long it would take to warm up a drink but she knew it would help. Warm milk was what her mother gave her when she couldn't sleep and it was a comfort of home that she missed.

She looked at her two hands and then raised her right hand. It had taken her a second but she knew her left from her right. Her brother had taught her as soon as he began learning how to hold a sword.

The thunder crashed and she jumped, wrapping her arms around Pretzel because surely her four-legged hero could protect her from the elements that raged tirelessly outside.