Lioriley had a fondness for mortals that existed far before her time aboard the train. In fact, the majority of her life had been spent amongst humans, whose lives were essentially a blink of an eye to a Lunari. She did not assume anything about anyone — nor did she really care what umbrella Esteban and his people fell under; mortal or otherwise.

"We only have the one." she explained, her hands carefully folding still, far behind him so far as progress was concerned, but not wanting to move too quickly and mess up the project to the point she would have to start over again. "It is merely an homage to what we are, creatures that live in the relative dark, as opposed to our elven brethren."

She paused in her work to look over at him, blinking a bit owlishly at the barrage of questions. She decided to start with the final one. "Yes. We use Moonfingers in meals, as well as in our buildings and as a light source. They can grow very large and the stems are sturdy."