Luna was just following after him although she was definitely trying to stop from throwing up again, while she hadn't seen the body again physically she could see it in her mind. They would find that the poor woman had been bled dry which had somebody wondering what had happened to her blood. "Her blood... was used... for his masterpiece.... or so he called it. An abomination... something... that shouldn't exist." Luna was speaking before she was pointing towards the canvas which was close to where they had found him holding her. If one looked at it the picture itself, even if it was strictly in shades of red, wasn't terrible.