Return... [Gilbert sighs softly, his eyes fixed on the paper lantern.] Wait, you doubt it? [That's...unexpected, to say the least.] And yet you're sitting there, trying to come up with something?

[Gilbert can't quite wrap his head around it...isn't it a waste of time that way? But if the people asked Syr to do it...]

You can always put something general, like...good health, prosperity?