As Luka speaks, anxiety settles back onto his shoulders. All he can think about is Luka having to lie to that man's face. All he can think about is the brilliant light of his sword as he tried to attack him. Twice. He doesn't know what the princess could do if the Protector really came after him, and that's terrifying.

"Better to look uh, busted, then for him to realize what happened," he says almost automatically. It's not a demand exactly, but his voice makes it clear that he highly recommends that option.

As he's speaking though, his thoughts are miles away, turning the problem over. He's never been good at this subterfuge thing, but after a moment, he hesitantly offers, "Maybe you were kidnapped, but we were trying to convince you to come to our side? So Twelve healed you?"

He glances at the Wizard as he says this, looking for confirmation that the Protector even knows that Twelve can heal.