Luka nods, his bleary teary eyes fixed on her. He blinks and shakes his head hard and sniffles, scraping pollen from one cheek with the back of his free hand. His skin is rosy underneath it, already a deep indigo.

"It's coming up this way," he says stupidly, unconsciously leaning his head into her hand. He traces a line up his forearm, where Kaidovulin can see his rising color roaming up his arm and disappearing under his sleeve. Luka scratches at his pockets and pulls out a handkerchief, wiping his face with a moan. He appears purple from behind the now bright yellow handkerchief, and she can see him sweating. He winks one eye closed and then the other as he speaks to her, his patter halting as if he's trying to remember what he should be talking about. "It's not very, it's not painful at all it's really rather, uh, distracting. It's a lot of things, it's hot, did the sun come out?"

He, a vampire, looks up at the sky and directly into the sun. Luka winces back and then reaches his free hand to Kaidovulin's shoulder, hanging onto her with a tight, warm grip.

"It's not bad, I can tell you that much, it's not bad."