Thomas knew what had become of Kennith once he saw Servian and his men return. The troll head would be kept as a trophy no doubt but at the cost of two lives. Going to the kitchen, he had some tea made for Luna. Knowing she would be waking soon, though he knew it was still dark out, she had been having nightmares since she was a small child. They would wake her up every morning before sunrise just about this time.<br/><br/>Setting the tea on a small plate, he carried it upstairs to Luna's quarters. This time when he went in, Luna had been awake longer than he thought and was standing in her white, sleeping gown, leaned up against the wall as she looked out the window. She had seen Servian return but not that they were almost covered in blood and carrying a troll's head. For a while now, she had been wondering why Kennith did not return from the hunt. He hadnt returned late last night either.<br/><br/>Luna watched as the sun was barely peeking out above the horizon and she was still trying to calm herself from her gorey, nightmare of a memory. Turning slightly to see Thomas enter with a cup of warm tea in hand. "Princess, you look tired. You should try to get some more sleep." he said sympathetically as he set the cup on the edge of the window sill. A small, smile graced her lips as she looked at Thomas. "I wish i could dear Thomas. But im afraid that im just not able to.." she murmured quietly. Her mind was swamped with memories of last nights endeavour with the Prince, worry for Kennith, and the nightmare she had been having every night for the longest time.<br/><br/>Thomas gave her a sympathetic smile before he turned and left her to herself. Going downstairs just as Servian and his men entered the castle. He looked at Servian quietly before he nodded politely and made his way back to his room. Luna sipped on the tea as she watched the little light that was in the sky.