[ Gustave knows just which tac to take. The mention of Gestrals visibly begins to dredge her from the slight funk she'd sunken into, a slow smile spreading to her lips until it's grown into a broad grin. Relieved of the bottle, Lune gestures animatedly with her hands as she speaks. ]

The Gestrals. Oh, I wish we had more time! To really study them, to learn everything. Can you imagine? All the things that could be out there we thought only existed in fairytales. There's so much we simply don't know.

[ The very thought sends her mind racing. She allows herself the daydream of success in which The Paintress falls and Lumiere is saved, and she can dedicate herself to researching happier things on her own terms, unburdened by legacies. Like Gustave pointed out, she can't change the past. But the future is a different matter. The hope of it warms her to the core. Sobering a little, she glances briefly toward their sleeping friends. ]

It's good to encounter more than just death and ghosts. [ She hesitates a beat, before adding, ] I wanna think that's a good sign.