[There's a warm flutter in the air, a buzz that might make Susato's drink taste a touch sweeter the next time she sips it, and that will rustle the leaves of the plants and the branches that sit nearby. She shares the same wish, not just for Eustace, but for all of the others she's come to know and cherish here, and as she looks at the cranes inside the little bottle, she repeats that wish to herself again.]

It might not hold a thousand cranes, but in this case...

[She leans on her elbows again.]

I think maybe the cranes hold more than you think. [She thinks of the little moon hanging around her own neck.] Feels like anything can hold onto what you want, if you wish for it hard enough.