Luka felt his cheeks grow warm under the shifter's stare. He moved his eyes to glance around the room, generally unimpressed. The barracks on the humans' land were significantly more modern, made of sturdy concrete and housing more resources and materials. He supposed these were nice too, in their own sort of way. The wood gave the place a home-y feel that was the slightest bit comforting. His eyes returned to Devon as he started speaking, and he listened attentively as he talked about his condition, writing the necessary information on his clipboard.

His eyes snapped up and the sound of bed springs creaking. [i]"Whoa, slow down,"[/i] he protested with a small laugh, stepping toward the bed. [i]"You've still got at least a couple days of bed rest in front of you. Gotta give your body time to recover properly."[/i] He knew better than to reach out and push him back into bed, regardless of how gentle he would be. Instead, he positioned himself between his patient and the door. [i]"How's your appetite? Hungry? Thirsty?"[/i] He shot another inquisitive glance in the direction of the cat, but decided to save that question for later.