"I'm not hurt." Luka shakes his head. "I heard something about the child being here, so I came to find out what was up and I found all of... that." He gestures back in the direction of the destruction behind them.

Luka can tell Gyre doesn't want to talk about his whole situation, but can't completely let it go without some answers. Sorry, Gyre.

"So... your body is... dead, then?" The word seems to slip out of his mouth like he's uttering a forbidden term. "And you cast magic on it to stay around?"