“Fix it?” Luka questions, mindlessly running his thumb over his damaged fingertips. The pain isn’t severe, but it stings to the touch. “Fix it how, exactly?”

He hesitates to present his hand to Gyre a second time, considering their earlier interaction. He instead turns his attention to the Wizard while he waits for Gyre’s explanation.

“You’ve been hiding me? Outside of ... wherever this is?” If the Wizard has been using magic to hide him before today, it’s the first Luka recalls hearing about it.