She finds him. How exactly may be a mystery for the moment, but the reality is that suddenly she's there -- a sudden, soft scuff of ballet flats against the floor, not so far from him at all.

"Steven." And there's fear in her voice, fear in his name, because the cracks are very visible, and she's afraid of what they mean. Suddenly she's beside him, her skirt pooling in soft ripples as she's crouched beside him, fingers cool against his arm.

For the moment she's still Luna; she doesn't dare dispense with that.