Luna’s approach is anything but ordinary—she saunters into the room with a playful grin, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes that says, “Alright, you know the drill,” as if this were all perfectly routine. Before you can protest, she perches herself right on top of you, as if her weight alone might press the illness out. Her presence is surprisingly comforting, even as she teases. Despite the unusual method, there’s a warmth in her laugh and a knowing wink that somehow makes you feel like you’re already halfway to feeling better.