Leo sighed heavily, the kind of tired, exasperated sound he usually reserved for Seigfried's paperwork or Nina's more dramatic tantrums.
He ran a hand through his hair and glanced at Meg.
"You should've just called instead of showing up here like this and dragging an entire team of bodyguards with you. You scared half the street and started a fight."
He said, voice tinged with frustration.
Meg winced, her hand still gently cradling her shoulder.
"Yeah, I… probably should've done that. My bad." Her sheepish smile didn't help much, but it was sincere enough.
Luna let out a small sigh of her own.
"Of course you forgot. You're as impulsive as ever."
She rubbed at her temple before continuing.
"Come on, let's get you somewhere to sit down first. Then we'll talk."
Meg nodded quickly, clearly relieved they weren't going to drag the scolding out in public. Leo gestured for the group to move, and the four of them—Nina bringing up the rear—headed toward the house.
