Every word he spoke to her was like creating a new wound. Especially since upon seeing him again he had not remembered her name. People had told her to be patient, she couldn’t rush things. But the thing was, she didn’t care about anyone that wasn’t Eric. Her captain. Luna looked down at her hands, holding the tiny compass. “Luna.” She spoke softly, looking at him, her eyes beginning to fill with tears. “My name is Luna.”
Luna, he thought, what an odd name to name someone. ‘That’s...different,’ he settled with, a small smile creeping up on his face. ‘I hope that you actually like the moon and if you do, I wonder if it’s simply because you are named after it.’ He smiled benignly and stood up, crossing the tiny room towards a small crate (meant to be a table, you see), covered in rolled up maps. ‘Would you be able to do something for me?’ The creeping headache pulled at the base of his neck, he had been experiencing them more frequently and it caused his vision to produce tiny black spots dotting its view of his surroundings.
