Nothing important. Julie highly doubted that, knowing what she did of Lune's contributions to Lumiere and the expedition that had persevered it. More pertinently, she wondered whether Lune's definition of importance was different from hers.
Then again, much of Julie's understanding of herself and what exactly could be deemed important had undergone a drastic shift since the start of this new life.
Carefully, she peered around the dark haired womans shoulder. The notebook was full of... well, notes. Hungry for information, Julie's eyes began to scan the lines, listening to Lune's explanation as she did so.
"It sounds fascinating," she murmured, still half absorbed in the pages. "And a little macabre, but that's hardly anything new to history, is it?"
She smiled wryly as she took a step back. The Last thing she wished was for Lune to feel as if she were prying. That wasn't the case at all. But there was no use denying it; she was an outsider here. Another piece of history to Lune, a ghost now living. She could not be trusted. Not yet.
And still, despite this, she was offered the beginnings of trust anyway. Tentative, fragile threads, weaved in the form of exchanges of knowledge, or resources. Green eyes shined at the sight of the folder, alight with renewed curiosity.
"This-- This should contain the original blueprints for the building that became the expedition academy." Her fingers brushed the weathered card, almost reverent. All these years, everything lost... and this persisted. "It was requisitioned, of course, after the fracture. But I thought to refer to the plans to understand the structure, see if there is anything that can be done to transform it once again."
It was no longer needed, after all. "There's... much I've forgotten since that time. But thanks to you, it's not all been lost."
