He notes that little hint of pressure against his palm, his eyebrows jumping upwards in surprise. He didn't expect him to appreciate it, and he regrets taking it away so quickly.

"Mmm," he hums in soft acknowledgement. For just a moment, he opens his mouth to start confessing his uh intense anxiety about going to another world, about trying to find a place for himself there. Instead Luka mentions the Wizard, and his whole body goes cold. He glances back in her direction as if she might disappear if he takes his eyes off her for too long, and then he brings a hand up, settling it on Luka's wrist. He's holding him in place, asking for him to stay there for a little longer, though of course he'll release him if he pulls back.

"I... hope so," he says hesitantly. "I want her to come. I want... I want people to know she's not the monster they all think she is." He sighs softly, running his fingers absentmindedly along Luka's arm. "She's unreadable though. I don't know if she really heard me, or if she was just trying to placate me earlier."