[ lumine frowns, her forehead wrinkling in thought. she remembers the bridge and the piggy back ride, sure. but anything beyond that was a haze of memories, jumbled and meshed together that it barely makes any sense to her. the concussion she managed to incur that evening didn't help clear things up as well. ]

I don't remember touching the statue.

[ unless he's referring to the statue in the cathedral square, though she doesn't remember touching that either. ]

Look, we were both drunk that night. Are you sure you weren't just seeing things?