Diana looked around the inside of the house, examining every nook and cranny. “What am I even doing here,” she grumbled. She hated closed spaces like houses, she preferred to sleep outside. “And with a fox no less,” she scoffed. “I must really be out of my mind.”

“Sorry,” Lunaria smiled weakly, snapping Diana out of her daze.

Diana shook her head, “No. I’m sorry. You’re hurt and all I’m doing is complaining.” She sat on the ground and crossed her legs, “But I still don’t trust the fox.”