Looking at his arm, after finally looking back at him from her shame, and raised her brows. "I see," she took his arm gently between both hands. "You are a gentlecolt like Howard Stark," she announced. "He was quite kind and found me after I appeared in a dreadful pool." Luna was happy to explain such a story, if he asked, but seemed otherwise content to ask questions and listen to the explanation of human culture.
"Shoes. I do not have any. I find them a nuisance, though I do not quite like walking on these feet, either. They are so soft. I did not realize how painful it was to step upon a pebble until I arrived here."