Eventually there will be a dawn

Lament was entranced by the azure shades of fluttering lights bobbing in the air above him. So much so, that she did not immediately notice his Empress until she was almost upon him. Mentally cursing his inattention - he was supposed to be holding vigil in search of the creature - he bowed his head to the Empress. A little stiff from remaining in one place for so long.

“My Empress, “ he murmured politely. “I have, it’s been a rather strange night. With the chill, and the swollen moon, and these markings” he pointed downward to the print that Hattori had followed here, before it had vanished with no trace of where its maker had gone.

"Speech"