Luna's eyes are dark, weighed down with fear and anguish as she blinks up at Katara.

"How can anything he imagines be worse? Nothing is worse than Inferi, because if someone can raise the dead, how can there be any rest for any mortal? It's the darkest concept in existence, and I've seen them. No more infantile nightmares about nebulous, shadowy corpses - I've seen them, and my mind hasn't gotten a wink of sleep since." She gasps, trying to pull her hands from Katara's grasp, failing, squeezing her eyes shut. "And it's not as if he can show me my friends dead, because I've already had that nightmare, Katara. What else is there to fear?"

Her posture is defensive, voice distinctly cutting, expression entirely clear of dreaminess.