Expedition 33 was brutal, losing practically all its members when it docked on the mainland, leaving only a few expedition members who scattered in search of survival. Lune wandered without rumors for days, living off the emergency rations they managed to salvage from the shipwreck, but she couldn't fight all the Nevrons forever, so when she found Gestral who directed her to his small village she felt she could finally find a place to rest.

The journey lasted days until she found the village of the Gestrais, a place with a remnant of civility that fails compared to the customs of constant fighting that the Gestrais have. The Gestrais, at least some, were willing to talk, as long as she defeated them in a fight first. During their conversations she learned that another expeditionary had arrived at the village a few days ago, the information brought the remnant of hope back to her heart, even if the expedition had failed she would not have to go through this alone, she asked the man's direction and the Gestrais pointed to a small house in the residential part of the village. Lune ran towards the house, opening the door without thinking to knock first.

When she opened the door she was stunned, she would have been happy with anyone who had survived the shipwreck, but it was precisely him, her boyfriend, by far the only man who managed to make her open up. She stood paralyzed for a moment, feeling as if her heart was filling up until it almost exploded, a joy and relief she had never experienced before, mentally thinking about how she just wanted to jump towards him.