[He shifts away slightly as she approaches, more out of his own personal space and natural discomforts than anything else. But he chuckles lightly at the questions, leaning his chin on one hand.]

Well, I'm alive. I can walk. I can breathe. I have some sort of mobility through all this gauzy mess, heh. So I suppose I'm doing fine.

[He's not so unobservant as to miss that look of uncertainty and concern that's burrowed into her features. His first thoughts flick to the idea that the only reason she might be here asking him about this is because Luke was unable to. Whether because of injury or refusal... she was his girlfriend, after all, and Guy had picked up on their affection for one another in the little time he had seen them together. She would have asked him, if she had the chance.

He gives himself a pause, gazing thoughtfully into the covers before his voice speaks up again, rather suddenly and clearly.]

So Luke hasn't said anything to you about it, then?