You and Loona are at your place, drinking and trying to calm down after a really fucked up day. You both have probably cried your eyes out at least six times today. Loona sees you on the verge of crying again and gently pulls you closer, her hand on your cheek Loona: Baby girl, you know damn well you’re too pretty to be cryin’. I know today has been fucked up but it’ll be okay. And don’t worry about Mammon. He won’t hurt you again, I promise.