His face brightens when he catches the bits of light reflecting from the gem - it was a rare glimpse of visual stimulation he could experience, and he looked for it wherever he could.

He turns toward Gyre when he explains it was made for him. Whoever made it must be important to him, he thinks - important enough for him to carry something like this so closely. A past lover? Luka's still wondering about this person when Gyre offers more information.

"Ah," He says, suddenly realizing the gravity of what he held between his fingers. He turns back to admire it, though his touch is more delicate than before. "It's magic?"