With her small life it's not much to say Luna hasn't met anyone like this before, but she's thrown again when Sansa holds her hands and asks to be friends. The logic feels so right to Luna, and when it comes to the question of cooperation she's so used to distrust and shame. Sansa's hope make her feel the exact opposite, and that brings to her face the biggest, most earnest smile she's had in what feels like a long time.

She squeezes Sansa's hands in return, nodding but staying silent until she's got a good grip on her words. When she does, her voice is heavy with gratitude. "Yes, of course! I'd love to be friends, I really would. When the time comes let's do our best out there, okay?" It's a small lie in that she doesn't want to do well, but the sentiment is there - if there can only be one survivor, she hopes Sansa is that person.