{se} a shepherd's touch

Luka

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade

The woman is far more cheery - and forgiving - than Luka would have expected, but he's not about to go looking a gift horse in the mouth either. Still, it's disarming, and Luka isn't sure what to do with the absence of agreement to a deal or any level of shouting.

"...right," he says instead, because what's he supposed to do with that amount of over-sharing? Though Luka isn't the best person to determine what is and isn't oversharing considering his rather clamshell personality. "Luka Lovi," he introduces himself, gathering the ropes into one hand to extend his hand formally for her to shake. "Would you like me to escort you out of the Fields?" It's the only other offer he has to make that could possibly put them on more even ground in terms of owing her, and given she's picnicking in thick mist makes him wonder if she's not a bit directionally challenged.

And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid