Luka’s eyes were wide and he followed the girl’s actions closely, though he visibly flinched back when she offered the glass to him, pressing himself against the backboard of the bed. It was a very strange situation for him to be in. He felt so comfortable and in control with the daemons, safe. But here… here was a strange and frightening world full of creatures he was no longer familiar with whom he didn’t trust and could hurt him. Her words made about as much sense as they could given the situation.

The injury he’d sustained had obviously been more severe than he’d thought and Cade had brought him to the wall in hopes of getting him help that the daemons could simply not provide. She’d been there… for some reason or another and had brought him here. She’d saved him. Luka cursed softly under his breath. He hated the idea of owing this girl a life debt. “Cade.” He eventually said, figuring ‘your friend’ and ‘the big guy’ were silly things to refer to him to. “My friend’s name is Cade.” He then realised that, in all the time the pair of them had been over the wall, fighting and such he had never learnt her name, nor had he ever introduced himself.

At the time it had seemed like a pointless endeavour, since he had assumed she wouldn’t be in his life for very long and it would have been easier to forget a nameless face. However fate seemed determined that they be together for whatever reason. It would be easier if he knew her name. “And… thank you, for saving me. I’d probably given you more than a few reasons to hate me and want me dead.” Though he supposed he could always leave out the debt part. “My name is Luka, by the way. Where are we anyway?” He’d rather distract is mind from his current situation.