He nods in response. Gyre's reassurance and the approaching exit out of the mountain cave raise Luka's spirits considerably. He turns his gaze forward, hoping to perhaps catch the first scents of the night air or, if he were lucky, a hint of moonlight.

"I've never wanted a hot bath and a warm bed more than right now." Luka says, sighing quietly at the comforting thought. The day had felt terribly long and exhausting and Luka's humble lodgings in Craydon seemed comparable to a luxurious five-star hotel in that moment.

He then thinks of Gyre's camp, and him sleeping on that cold, hard ground. He knew it was what the man preferred, but the concept continued to be alien to Luka.

"Will you be okay? You won't be too cold, right?" He asks, a doting concern to his voice.