[Honestly, she's still slightly shaken from seeing his wish in Altean that it takes her a tick or so to register that he's offering it to her as opposed to hanging it up among the others. The flush on her cheeks deepen as he smiles back at her, and carefully she takes the strip of paper with both hands, careful not to smudge the lettering.

His handwriting is remarkably polished, of someone who took care in learning, and she can't help the wistful look that clouds over her eyes, reading over what he's written once more.]

I-- [She really should give it back to him, or hang it up for him. It's part of the ritual of this festival. But him giving it to her makes it feel more like a promise than a wish.] Thank you; I will cherish it.

[....wow. cheesy.

She gently folds the paper up and pockets it on her person, feeling oddly fluttery as she also turns her attention to the other wishes.]

I would like to believe they will. And I cannot say I am an expert on wishes, but...perhaps it is the act of putting it out there that makes accomplishing these wishes all the more possible.

[She looks at one herself: one that conveniently is close to the one Lotor has turned over to read.]

But I do not believe they will just simply happen. You have to work to make them come true.