Tinsel glanced back over her shoulder at Luna, waiting for her nod before she stepped back to sit down beside her. She actually felt really touched at Luna's admission, and she looked at her a little bashfully. "That's what best friends are for," she said quietly, and looked up at the two women. She was getting Nice vibes from them both anyway, so she tried to relax a bit.
Poor Luna was looking a little green, though. "Her arms," Tinsel said, looking to the lady with the bag of things that rustled and clinked in a promising way. "He- the man who took her- I think he- her skin was-" trying to gesture a peeling motion, "peeled." She had no better way of saying it, and she felt a wave of light-headedness as she did, and had to take a breath. She wasn't forgetting that sight in a hurry.