Lunara was feeling vunerable even if she wasn't saying it. She was a bit prideful and stubborn in that aspect. She wouldn't admit vunerability even when she would openly admit weakness. Even if it showed she felt vunerable, like it did now, she would never confirm or deny such a statement if it was made. She looked at him after having almost calmed fully. She looked at him in curiousity. Trying to figure out what he meant by that. Unsure of if asking was a good idea or not. "I am not sure how you can promise such a thing Senor but I will trust your word." She says finally.<br/><br/>She was feeling inner turmoil. She wanted to sing. Needed to sing. "I'm sorry I need to calm my nerves. I will be singing softly for a moment or so." She says in shy embarressment. She started to sing in a beautiful and almost angelic voice. (see video below) When she finished singing it was like a look of serenity took over her features.<br/><object height="360" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RQj2iOEx-V8"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><embed height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/RQj2iOEx-V8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" wmode="transparent"/></object><br/><br/>She soon stood up and thanked the Senor and Senora who helped her. Smiling a beautiful smile again and walked outside. Kind of feeling rather than seeing Carlos following her. She had enough money for lunch and had seen a beautiful outdoor cafe she wanted to try. it had a view of the beach so would work perfectly. She was humming a  bit and while she ordered food a small little boy about four years old wearing raggedy clothes was watching her. She had just ordered quite a bit of food. Setting it down when she almost tripped she looked down. "Hello little one. Are you hungry?" She asks. Picking the small child up and sits down. Setting him in her lap. "I will share my food with you." She says with a smile. She had a ribbon around her neck to hide most of the bruising. It was soft as silk and she had tied it in a little bow. She starts eating the chicken parmeson. Cutting little bites and feeds the child with her own fork. Giggling as the child squealed in delight and eats the noodles and chicken gleefully.