Luna stretches a wing out, hesitates a moment, then wraps it around your shoulders. You realize just how little physical contact you’ve received these past few months. ”We know, better than thou mayest imagine, the difficulties of an exile. We thought not that our world could be considered such a curse as that. We see now that thou hast lost that which is most important. Thou hast lost friendship, and our world hath not given much of it to fill such a void.”