Luca was relieved to see Donny return to the fold. He took a quick stock of his other allies. Amelie's condition was not lost on him, though he certainly couldn't explain it. The knight -- Fortune, if he remembered correctly -- was arming himself, which seemed wise. Luca only clasped the bolt he'd stolen, but that was about as much combat as he was good for anyway. He watched each and every one of his companions, fancying himself a shepherd for a moment while he stood about harmlessly and helplessly waiting for the authority figures to tell him what to do next. The idea that he could even think of himself as a protector was, at best, laughable -- but all the same, they'd come this far together, and as long as nothing else made sense, Luca found in these strangers a curious endearment. He didn't think it consciously, but if push came to shove, he would do what he could to help any of them. 

Except perhaps Donny, but then, Donny certainly didn't seem to need Luca's sort of help.