Lyra turned to Lune. Lune looked scared maybe, worried, perhaps. Lyra couldn't very well ask her how she was feeling. She understood though. She could only assume that they were both feeling many of the same feelings. Lyra reached out, carefully, and placed her hand on the girl's shoulder where her own flesh only touched the cloth of the fancy dress.

Then she offered a warm smile. It was strange for Lyra. She'd never been able to offer comfort to anyone. She'd never been able to, but she'd also never wanted to. In her world, no amount of comforting gestures could hide what everyone knew would become of them. If, by some chance, Lyra's pinkie brushed Lune's skin, the girl would get a confusing mix of comfort along with terrifying images of what was to come of this place. Lyra would receive no feelings or images, as she was not actively searching nor accepting while thinking of other things.

((Kry, I left that totally open so you could decide if Lyra touched her or not. I just wanted you to have options. :) ))