"Now," Luna said with conviction in her voice. "It's time to speak with my father…"
"Alright, then let's go," Mark replied, straightening up and pulling his hands from his pockets. "The sooner we talk to him, the sooner we can—"
"Wait," Luna interrupted, extending a hand toward him. "About that… it would be best if I go alone."
"Alone?" he asked, confused.
"Yeah…"
"But wasn't the whole point of coming all the way here exactly for this? I thought you wanted me to back your position in front of your father."
Luna looked down for a moment, and when she spoke again, her tone had lost much of its usual lightness.
"That was the original plan, yes," she admitted. "But that was before I knew the state my father is in… The old man is at death's door, so sick he can barely move from his bed."
She let out a heavy sigh.
"And knowing him, if I walk into his room with a human at my side and tell him the whole truth… he'll most likely have a heart attack right then and there."
