[it's not like she's wrong? there's a laugh from lune's end even as the hand at the small of her back automatically goes to place a more steadying hand at her waist, grip light and only enough to keep her from stumbling too violently]

Perhaps it might - if not, we may always just sit underneath the stars. I rather enjoy admiring nature.

[why is lune so old]

But I am also a fan of tea. Tsurumaru would prepare it for me if I wished, and keep me company following.