{se} a shepherd's touch

Luka

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

Her hands are calloused in a strange pattern, enough to make Luka briefly pause as they shake hands, curious. He almost only associates with hunters, whose hands follow similar patterns of wear and tear for weaponry. Curious though he may be, he doesn't comment on it, and instead quirks his lips in a small gesture that could be a smile but could also be a grimace.

"Yes, I'm his son," he remarks plainly, if not with some bit of pride. The slant of his mouth becomes more clearly a smile as he says, "Most people know my sister Soleil better, if you've met her?" Nine times out of ten the answer is yes, which also provides him a topic of conversation to distract them away from himself. The benefits of having an extroverted twin. Given she hasn't answered him on the topic of escorting her, Luka gestures in a gentlemanly way - though the effect is ruined when he leads the way shortly thereafter, not actually waiting for her as he should have. He knows where he's going, and he'd feel better if she came so that he won't envision her lost out in the mist when he goes to bed tonight.

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