Although everything was better now, the girls didn't treat her like always, that was evident in every interaction.
There was a certain atmosphere of worry permeating the room when they thought Luna wasn't paying attention.
Looks they exchanged when believing she didn't notice. Conversations stopped abruptly when she entered the room at an inopportune moment. Excessive care in how they formulated comments to avoid touching topics that might be sensitive.
Each instance was small... But the accumulated weight was now considerable.
They were walking on eggshells. Trying so hard not to hurt her that every interaction felt a bit less than natural.
It was frustrating in ways Luna couldn't express without sounding ungrateful for the genuine concern it represented.
She understood it came from a place of love and desire to protect her from any additional pain.
