[ It's when her voice breaks that Luna looks at her properly, her brow furrowing slightly. This is really getting to her, isn't it? For some reason. She's frightened of it. ]

...I'm sorry this place is bothering you. [ She leaves it at that; if Clarisse wants to go into it, there's the space for it. Luna's never been one to pry, but the door's open for her.

Meanwhile, she's figuring out what to do with the puzzle tiles, thinking aloud as she walks through it. ]

So, there's twelve Patrons. But... there's only three seasons here: the flowers, leaves and snow. [ Four to a season, simple enough. ] I think we need to put them in order of the seasons, rather than the order of January to December.