[ In comparison to Dio's whimsy, Gwendolyn is serious and stoic, and has been standing alert nearby with her spear leaning on her shoulder more casually, but her hands never leave it. She's diligent with looking over the field, though even she would admit to herself that this was hardly the most exciting mission to have...

Though as her partner suddenly sits up, she looks to the sky too, and for the first time that night, smiles. ]

'Tis a beautiful thing. Though... [ She hesitates, since she's not really one for idle conversation, but continues out of politeness, ] 'Tis also strange, to see the sky so still. For a shooting star to be so rare, it feels odd. Perhaps it is an sign of good luck to come for you.