Gyre is halfway to opening his mouth when he sees that hesitation in Luka's posture. He's never seen the man be anything but certain, and it makes him pause as well. He doesn't know what to do honestly. He only knows what he'd do for another wild elf, and so he slides forward off his own rock, making his approach as obvious as he can so Luka can pull away if he wants.

As long as he doesn't though, Gyre sits down in front of him and sets a hand over Luka's, trying to quell that nervous little twitch in his fingers.

"He... would, yes. One of the first things she said was that I shouldn't say how much I knew because he'd hunt me down," he says, only to emphasize the danger of this whole thing. "Be careful. If you ever need help, I can try to keep him off you."