[Luca follows closely after. His arm is folded over his chest, braced against the elbow of its opposite. His fingers clench and unclench against the fabric there, nervously toying with the fibers with each pang of nervousness.

He leans against a counter once they're settled in the kitchen. His eyes close in thought, sifting through his thoughts.]

Something he can carry with him. Kiera told me he held fast to my bracelet while I was gone. Should the worst happen in the future, I want something tangible for him. [His eyes open, meeting Joshua's own.]

He seems fond enough of jewelry. I do not feel it would be out of place on him. Nothing obtrusive, mind you. He is a warrior, and I would not inhibit his movements with whatever favor I found for him.