Oh. "I'm sorry." With the way Sansa reacts Luna regrets asking in the first place, and it's discouragement enough that she refrains from saying anything more herself. There's enough in and around Winterfell to occupy her attention anyway, so she busies herself with looking around and appreciating the scenery. They've been in the Arena for a while already, but Luna hasn't yet gotten tired of sights like this. The Rhizome's never seen any real nature outside of the garden, and while all of this must be artificial in its own way it's certainly the closest to the real thing Luna has ever gotten.

"It is beautiful here," she ventures once they're near the gates. "It's so different from the place I come from...I could only ever see these things in archives." Luna can't show Sansa anything about her own home, but it's really just as well. It's nothing so nice to see.