Luka remains a few feet behind the two, staying close while still leaving a small distance between them. Traversing the mountains interior was a dreadful task even with the help of Ten, and going through it again was not something Luka was particularly excited about.

“I don’t know how much your pocket stick is going to help me right now. “ Luka says, his frown cracking into an amused smirk. It was immature humor, sure, but it distracted Luka from the dank surroundings and his annoyance at dealing with it. “Kind of a primitive method to get around too, isn’t it?”