Gyre pauses beside the Wizard, his shirt halfway unbuttoned, and his eyes go up to Fen. There is this sad little hesitation in his chest and despite his embarrassment, he answers Fen's question first.

"No, ki'ta, it's just this stuff. You were there, just a moment ago?" he asks them, hoping to jog their memory. He makes another faint little noise, tugging his clothes down awkwardly. Time to explain now that Ten has given him a chance.

"Almost instantly, yes. It took a few seconds for the worst of it." He clears his throat, waving his hands as if that will help him with the explanation. "It's not really like vomit. It's just, uh..." What is a good word that won't immediately disgust Luka, and also himself.

"Slimey?" That's probably not it.