[Glad that she's not at all upset with him, a small smile spreads across his face. With Lumine looking at him from this angle, her hand on his shoulder, she looks downright ethereal in the moonlight. He nods in acknowledgement, before craning his neck upward and letting his hand gingerly brush her cheek to press a soft kiss to her lips. He's once again washed over with the sensation of warmth and familiarity, albeit brief.]

There's one last thing, Lumine.

[They've run into a wall with any other lead, but he remembers the vision he had.]

When we were dancing, I saw this flash of a scene I didn't recognize. There was a figure dressed in white with golden hair in it, in a place I've never been to before. Maybe that scene has something to do with all this.