[Tear would help out if asked. She does not derive any enjoyment from watching Luke sweat in this heat. She's just not like that. But spending time with the others is a good thing, even if it drains him, he wants to live. It gives him a sort of energy, and she doesn't want to see that energy fade.
She doesn't want to see Luke fade.
So for now they'll take hope from music, two small children huddling around a lullaby. They are so different and yet completely alike in some ways, and his smile is so soft and honest and for a moment, she could--
When she realizes what she's thinking, she places her hand back on the railing and looks into the ocean again.]
... As many as you want.
[It's a mysterious answer, but there's something resolute lurking beneath the gentleness in her expression. She tilts her head thoughtfully as the breeze plays with her long hair.]
We can keep searching for them until you don't want to look anymore. That's the only way to be sure, isn't it?