Their Prince was completely unwilling to put his wife in any sort of danger. Ghosts, or demons or humans or whatever, if he could, he would keep her away like a pearl. But circumstances forced him, piling up one after another and he knew that Lareina's concerns were justified so here they were.
In such circumstances, Astra did not want to cause more displeasure so the entire way, she shut Moira up when she could and she tended to Lareina at the slightest premonition of the woman's sneeze, juggling back and forth between both women and hoping to not incur Azrael's wrath.
''How can you say something like that? My life is worthless and I am willing to throw it for His Highness at any juncture,'' Moira acted as if the conversation between Azrael and her had never happened, ''It's unfortunate that Rune could not be here and Lady Lareina has tagged along. With my sickness, I don't want to be another burden…''