The relatively short walk to the room where Seven was recovering seems to take ages to Luka. He wants to ask the stranger escorting him all kinds of questions about who exactly they were, but can't make the words form correctly. Instead he's casually cordial as the stranger leads him there, though he analyzes their deep, unfamiliar voice curiously every time they speak and his gaze drifts unconsciously toward whatever shiny thing hung around their neck.

When the pair finally reach their destination, and the stranger casually mentions Seven his watching him, Luka's rendered speechless again.

"...Seven's awake?" He manages to sputter out quietly after a moment passes. This was unexpected, and he hadn't mentally prepared what he was going to greet the monster with at all.

Then the wave of various scents hits him - though he's almost accustomed to this, now - as he steps into the room with mild trepidation. The sound of Gyre speaking softly provides some reassurance that perhaps Seven was not feeling angry or violent, but Luka's aware his own appearance was liable to change that at any moment.

"Seven!" He says, mustering up a fake confidence as he steps in further onto the slippery, damp floor. "I'm glad you're okay. I'm sorry about yesterday."