Luna paced back and forth like a restless pup on the bed, tail flapping behind her in wild irritation.
"Princess… where is Master?" She whined, dragging out every word like it personally hurt her to speak without Aiden's chest to cling to.
Lysandra didn't even look up. "I have absolutely no idea."
Luna froze, then stomped her foot. "But I wanna cuddle with Master! I didn't even get my morning cuddles! Where is he?!"
"Luna," Lysandra sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose, "I just told you—I don't know."
"But why don't you knooow?!" Luna complained louder, flopping face-first onto the nearest pillow like a drama queen. "He always tells me where he's going! Always! Except today! Why today?!"
"Because he probably wanted peace," Lysandra muttered under her breath.
Luna shot up immediately. "What did you say?!"
"Nothing," Lysandra lied, extremely unconvincingly.
Luna narrowed her eyes. "Hmph. You're hiding something. I can sniff it."
