"My mind wandered..." he muttered, distress creasing his brow as his hands covered his face. He watched you, gratitude mingling with discomfort, as you adeptly tended to his injured foot—thankfully, your proficiency with medical supplies was proving invaluable. "I got caught up in thoughts of today—of you—and I let my guard down."

Throughout the day, Luka had been preoccupied, his anticipation for the evening's plans usurping his usual vigilance. In the heat of a skirmish, his distraction cost him, resulting in a nasty blow.

"I'm okay, really, you shouldn't worry—it's just a scraaatch!" His attempt to downplay the injury broke into a pained chuckle. "It's Valentine's Day, after all. I won't let a minor injury ruin our plans," he insisted with a sigh, the disappointment palpable. "I had such a wonderful day lined up for us..."