[ Lucina watches him for a time — the pinch in her eyebrows seem to ease when he sounds a less worried and more like idle commentary. It's not strange necessarily, just ... different. ( You need to lighten up a little, Luce, she hears a familiar voice say. ) It seems impolite the push the issue when An Zhe doesn't seem all that worried about it.

So she gazes back up at the sky. Opens her mouth after a hum, then a breath. ] I can't help but wonder if I should find that more disconcerting than it feels. It's ... [ Nice. But that seems too simple of a word to say with all the stars in the sky. ]

A friend of mine would have called it 'romantic'. [ Spoken with a healthy dose of uncertainty, like the words are unfamiliar on her tongue. But it fits. ]