[The princess pauses, though only for a moment, and with no dimming of the light about her. Casting their wishes together hadn't occurred to her, but she finds herself liking the thought very much. With a nod, she begins her search anew, scanning the sky until another red mote appears before her – which happens much more quickly this time. She grabs it just as easily as she did the first, then holds it in front of her, triumphant.]

I don't think the magic's picky, so long as the wish comes from your heart.

[Here, she tilts her head to the side, studying the moon before choosing how and where to hold her outstretched hands.]

I've already got mine. Once you're sure of yours, blow it to the moon and I shall join you.