For this particular affliction, Robb had no answer. He understood all too well Moana's confusion and despair, even if he'd worked so diligently to hide it -- When Arya had gone, they had all been gutted. Still, he understood too that whatever strangeness ruled this place was little enough affected by anything he might have done.

"I'm sorry," he quietly said, and reached a gentle hand to brush the sand away from Moana's cheeks. "There is no reason to who remains here and who doesn't. I don't think their leaving is any fault of yours."