He steps closer and takes Luka's hand the second it's offered, trying to be delicate as he splays his fingers out. He takes a moment to compare the light reddening to his own fingers, still faintly stinging from the exact same injury.

And then Luka goes and reveals that bit, and Gyre's throat closes, his hand tightening suddenly around the princess'. He squeezes down on it, not intending to hurt him, but very much going stiff as he tries to internalize the idea of Seven being hurt. Hurt more. Hurt badly? There are these little tremors of effort running through him as he fights every urge in his body to smack this stupid man again.

"What did you do?" he asks, his voice a cold, steel wall. He wants to think the best of Luka at this point, but gods damn him for not listening.