He returns to Luka's side as he hears the fading irritation, touching his arm gently in reassurance. He understands the irritation. He certainly felt it for the Wizard when he found out just how much she was kept from saying. He felt it when he tested out his limits against Fen early on. He's gotten so accustomed to it that he doesn't even think to pause and explain when it happens here. Whoops, sorry Luka.

He rubs his shoulder while he settles, smiling weakly at him. It's nice. It's nice to know the princess cares enough to get that angry about one of the smaller injustices of this game. The mood doesn't hold in this awful space, but the moment of faint light has helped to settle him more.

"Mm, maybe he doesn't expect you three to listen to anyone else?" he wonders, half to himself, "Did he tell you not to talk to us?"