Luka sighs, deeply, and dramatically. He'd never missed the helpful presence of the Protector more than in this moment, where everything was exceedingly unhelpful and terribly confusing.

"I'm not on the mountain. I can't do that. Do you know anything about how to get through this door?" he taps one hand against the stone wall for emphasis.

Luka's still painfully aware of the Wizard just standing there with their hand extended, but there was no way he'd take their hand without even the slightest hint of their intentions. If the kid couldn't help now, his next plan was to just walk away.