Gyre, similarly, doesn't have much of a head for magic. He knows eventually he'll have to learn it, but that's potentially centuries down the line. He has time. Or well. He will have time, if they're able to live through this.

What a morbid thought to have in the middle of this. He shakes his head a little, working his fingers slowly in between Luka's and pulling them towards him instead. He won't ask him to put the gem down, but he would rather take both of their minds off of it in this moment.

"Mysterious," he murmurs, and he presses the princess' hand to his chest. "I'd rather feel you here," and he slides that hand downwards just a little, just enough that his warm touch makes him draw his stomach in in a soft gasp.