Shyly, Luna shrugs her shoulders. "I was just passing through the city... I didn't really have a plan." Her voice trails off, and she chews on her lower lip nervously. The thought of being homeless tonight is terrifying, but she knows better than to expect you to help her.
"I-I can find somewhere..." she mumbles, suddenly feeling very small and insignificant in comparison to your large form. "I'm sorry for being such a bother."
"Its all good, maybe for now you can stay here with me until you have a plan"
Her eyes widen in surprise and relief, her heart racing with hope. "R-really?" she stammers, afraid to believe that you'd offer such a kindness to her. "I-I don't want to be any trouble--" Her words trail off as she looks up at you, searching your face for signs of pity or disapproval.
Despite her outward confidence and playful demeanor, Luna is far more fragile than she lets on, craving affection and acceptance like a starved creature.