As it turned out, Anise was the one who walked up to him first. It was impossible to miss how bad she looked, between the rash that was covering the majority of her arm and the slight sheen of perspiration on her skin. More than that, she just looked worn down. Claude hadn't looked much better, of course, but at least Guy had been given the chance to properly reassure him. Could he do that with Anise?

"I did," he said after a pause, moving over on the bench so that Anise could sit on the opposite side. He didn't want her to stand any more than she needed to, after all. No matter what happened tonight, it was probably going to be physically taxing in some way, and so Anise needed to save up as much energy as she could.

Before Guy could start (and he didn't even know how to do that), Luke showed up, looking much healthier in comparison. That was one relief, but Guy had no idea if his friend was in the loop on this or not. "Hey," he said in return. "Have you... been caught up on what's been going on?" Guy glanced to Anise then, well aware that it was up to her as far as how much she wanted to tell Luke.