"I'm your Luna, remember? And nothing bad; we shared a room. I can't see the reason why we're staying in different rooms; it looks suspicious."

"Suspicious in what sense? I can summon you to my room when I feel like it. See, I acknowledge that you are Luna, but I just love my privacy," I try to explain to her kindly, though the emotions inside me are conflicted.

Deep down, I understand her concern. It's not about distrust; it's about personal space. I soften my tone, hoping she'll comprehend.

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