Luka smiles and walks over to Snow, releasing his shoulder and reaching out with his bloody hand unconsciously, "I'm glad you're okay. I'm so sorry I ever put you through any of this."
Snow then gently washes Luka's shoulder, cleaning away the blood, "um. . . I'm sure you can do your own. . . Um. . ." He looks away, just handing Luka the lufa.
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