[ Lune's fingers press gently into his shoulder when he starts with the apologies, squeezing softly in wordless absolution. While she may think Gustave does deserve to apologize for giving into another one of his silly spirals, this is something he never should be sorry for. ]

There's nothing logical about family.

[ It's murmured wryly, a little smile curving at the corner of her mouth. They both have ample examples of that fact, in good and bad. Her expression shifts, solemn understanding tinged with empathy. ]

Yeah, I know. I have a little sister, too.

[ Though it's not exactly the same, she knows. Stella isn't a teenager and even when they were closer as kids, Lune didn't have the kind of deep bond with her that Maelle and Gustave share. Back in Lumière, for the longest time she'd only known peripherally that they were a tight-knit group: Gustave, Emma and Maelle. When Emma was dating her brother Sol, Lune saw them all more often. And more often than not, Maelle always with Gustave. But it's not until now that she's realizing how deeply they really do love and care for one another. If she were to examine the realization closer, she'd feel a twinge of wistful envy at such healthy family dynamics somewhere in her heart, but she doesn't do that. Not now. Lune would still give her life for Stella, so she does understand Gustave's distress and worry. ]

You don't have to apologize for caring. It's a strength, not a weakness. Don't make it into one.

[ She makes a small moue, torn between disgust and amusement. ]

And don't tell anyone I said something that cheesy.