Jean's gesture was unexpected - coming from someone she hadn't always been too fond of. He was a rival on the Quidditch Pitch, and the fact that he looked exactly like Lucien, yet was so different, had always made her somewhat uncomfortable - like he was an imposter under the guise of a polyjuice potion. At least it was Lucien who had the twin, and not Avie. Seeing a duplicate of him would have been too much to handle. Esme wiped at her eyes again. "Thank you. Any kind of distraction is welcome at this point. I can't stop thinking about it - about him." She shook her head, trying to push the thoughts aside and reign in on her emotions. "I doubt you could keep up with me in the air, though." Even the small attempt at a joke, which normally wasn't something the Lancaster did, had done little to raise her mood. The thought of flying reminded her of Avie. It was only because of the upcoming match that she was spending the day in the pitch. She wanted to win, if only now to make him happy, wherever he was.