Luna didn’t drag him towards the door, but nor did she let go of his arm yet. “It’s different for me,” Luna told him, voice still hushed, “I’m an adult. I’ve made vows. You’re just a kid.”
She knew it was the wrong thing to say, because there was no teenager in the world who wouldn’t rail against being called a kid. Luna had certainly always hated hearing it, and had known she was so much smarter than just a kid. She’d been wrong, of course. She had been just a kid, and she wished more people had been looking out for her.