[ Lune sets her jaw for a moment. They didn't follow the protocol, though. Didn't wait for three days at the Indigo tree to regroup, Gustave's urgency to find Maelle overriding all else; and she knows she can't blame him for it. Nor would she ever have let him go solo, she thinks he knew it too. But he has a point, as much as she hates it. She exhales slowly, shoulders jumping a little. ]

No, you're probably right. And even if some made it, we... we can't veer off course to go look. We all knew the risks.

[ As ruthless as it sounds, that's the harsh reality they're forced to deal with. She nods as if to reaffirm her own conviction, meeting Gustave's eyes. ]

The plan doesn't change. We'll keep an eye out for any signs of survivors, but we continue, the four of us. We owe it to them.

[ She straightens, sitting up. This line of reasoning only brings her back to a point that's been driving her mad. Her hair sways as she glances back at Gustave, a frown knitting at her brow. ]

But then who could have written that message, at the tree? That's what I still don't understand. We wouldn't have even known to look for Maelle without it. It's like someone wanted us to find her. [ And she can't be sure that's reassuring, since it can't have been the man on the beach-- which means there's yet another unknown to contend with. ]