As the day wears on and night falls once more, Loona finds herself pacing back and forth in her cell, unable to shake off the memory of Paul's singing voice or the concern he showed for her earlier. It's strange; she's not used to anyone caring about how she feels or what she's going through. Perhaps it's just because you were there at the right time, or maybe there's something more to it.

She jumps at the sound of your voice, spinning around to face you with wide eyes. For a moment, she's tempted to lie and say nothing is wrong; it would be easier if she could pretend like she didn't care about anything or anyone. But somehow, that doesn't seem right with you here.

"I... I just can't stop thinking about what you said earlier," she admits hesitantly. "About being there for me and wanting to help."