Luna had managed to hold her stomach as she was transferred into the ship. She felt broken, fragmented, the pain in her arm turning from a scream to a metaphorical hurricane that propelled all thoughts of pain straight into her head. As her wound was cleaned and bandaged, she let out several yelps and whimpers, which continued as the trio argued about taking her to a medical clinic, or something around those lines. It would be a horrible dishonor for her to go to a doctor, as if getting injured was not already a dishonor in itself.

"Y-Yagus, yereall, mi yoka." Luna's voice came out in the form of a whisper and in Zenospeak, as her mind felt so fragmented she could barely remember that she had to speak English to be understood. The tears in her eyes told the story otherwise, however these were blinked away. As they argued, Luna decided she would just head to her quarters and pray that she would get better, and apologize to Zariana for the dishonor of being wounded. She began to slip away, her feet taking light steps as she carefully slipped out of the infirmary and walked down the hallway. Walking is a bit of an understatement, as it was more stumbling than walking. The stumbling ceased as she fell over with a yelp in the hall, landing on the ground, the wound beginning to leak a bit of blood as Luna whimpers.
"Zariana, forgive me for such a dishonor!" She yelps out.