"Luma, no—"

Too late.

The gecko had already wandered off, her wide golden eyes shimmering with awe as she gazed up at the towering, cloaked figure in front of her. She had no sense of danger. None. Not even a little.

"Whoa…You're huge!" she chirped, tail flicking as she rocked on her heels. "Are you a knight? Or a bounty hunter? Or—ooh, ooh!—a secret prince in disguise?"

The stranger said nothing.

That should have been a red flag. A giant, waving, on-fire red flag. But Luma? She just kept going.

"Wait, wait, don't tell me! Let me guess!" She tapped her chin, completely oblivious to the way the man shifted ever so slightly—like he was sizing her up. "Mysterious lone wanderer? Legendary swordsman? Orrrr... oh! What if—"

A hand moved toward his belt.

Apparently, Luma didn't notice. But you did.

"..an ultra cool travelling mercenary! You've probably slayed all types of big monsters and bad guys, huh?"

Before she could get a very direct answer to her question, she felt a hand grip hers. Your hand.