This is not what he expected to see when he came to the lake. He's here to find some measure of peace after the day, a chance to listen to the water and meditate. He's pacing the circumference of the water when he spots someone laying on the bench.

It's not until he's gotten much closer that he realizes who it is, and his steps quicken along the path, eager to see the Princess again today. He slows the moment he reads his mood though, coming to a stop a few feet away from him.

"Luka?" he murmurs, unsure whether the man wants any company at all with how blank and dressed down he looks.