Luna always thought Hannah was so sweet for doing this for people, because it was nice. It helped distract you for a little while, but she still couldn't help but think she didn't deserve it from Hannah. She obviously had problems that she needed help for, and Luna hadn't thought about that. She squeezed Hannah's hands back gently, smiling slightly at her.
As Hannah went through the basket, Luna felt herself tearing up, which she tried not to around other people, but after the last few days - even the last few weeks since her dad had died - she just couldn't stop herself. "It's okay Hannah, I can look, thank you for giving me something, it's...very nice." She put her hand out to rest on Hannah's arm, and wiped at her eye. "Are...you feeling okay? After the other day? I'm sorry I upset you so much."