Looking over Clint thoughtfully, Luna nodded and made her way to the sofa. When she sat, she leaned over and quickly removed her pretty little shoes, her silver anklets jingling and the matching "cuff" bracelets matching for a moment before separated as she sat back up. She shifted, wings comfortable behind herself, and wait patiently in quiet. Luna really did want to hold the little boy but she was also very afraid. What if he shout? Or he didn't like her?