[He pushes his hand down under the water until the lantern has no support and it drifts after Allura's. Her words wash over him, painting pictures as he moves back from the water's edge. He settles at her side, sensing she might need a friend's support as she recalls the past.

The lights drift away heading for their brethren before he finds the words he wants to say.]

Would it...be possible to recreate that? Would you want to?

[They took back this. Why can't they gently stir the sparks and flame of Altea's traditions. He looks at her, putting his hand on her shoulder.]

It wouldn't be the same. But we could try to get it as close as possible.