The prickle of magic in the air makes his hackles rise, his body tensing as he watches the door swing shut on them. He shifts around Luka in that moment, eyeing the door as he places himself between it and the princess. He's not sure what the Wizards intention is exactly, but hearing that they've been heard is enough to make him relax just slightly.

His attention returns to them a moment later, and he asks, with the faintest touch of hope in his voice, "So you'll stop gathering the crystals up?"