[Rafayel doesn't have to finish the sentence. Aether understands. There's so much needless cruelty in this place, even looking at their confinement, but thankfully the traveler doesn't get too much time to focus on that. Instead, his mind drifts off to the lanterns.]

Really? I wish I could see that. I wonder how different they are.

[His expression softens, like that thought alone is saving him from the fears and worries. The thought of celebrations in another world, their similarities, their differences. It always fascinated him, no matter how much he has seen in his life.]

You make your own lantern and then you write a wish inside it, before setting it off into the sky. I know how to make them... so maybe I could make one to show you.

[Maybe it's the drug wearing off, but he... feels calmer somehow.]