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Emil didn't say anything to any of them. While he was grateful for them having come to save him, he was too shocked by the whole ordeal to properly give that thanks. Instead he just plodded along next to Leste with his head hung. He hardly noticed the warm sun or the sea breeze. He was just.. numb. He wanted to just curl up in a corner somewhere and cry. Which he might just do once they got back.

Yuri nodded and lead the way, catching sight of Repede with the dagger in his mouth. Once they got to the building, Yuri stopped in front of it. "This it?" he asked, watching as Emil quickly hurried inside. The man sighed. That boy would probably be okay after a while, but Yuri was in fact more concerned about Luke.

Luke's enthusiasm was clearly lacking as Yuri watched him drag himself towards the door. The man put a hand on his hip and gave a dramatic sigh. Not so much at Luke as to what he was about to do next.

"Hey. You can stay with me for a while. If you need some space."

This was a rare sort of offer coming from him, but the poor kid just looked so pathetic.

There was a sympathetic smile and then Yuri turned and motioned for Luke to follow him. It wouldn't really be any trouble, he would just have to sacrifice his privacy for a bit. He hadn't had a roommate since he was in the Guarde, and surely this kid couldn't be any worse than Flynn.

With his back turned, a long diagonal rip in his clothes from the dagger strike, was now painfully obvious. Repede looked up at Luke and gave a short bark before trotting after Yuri.

Yuri led the way and eventually took Luke to a small studio apartment located on the second floor of a complex. On the way he has picked up Emil's sword, having stashed it somewhere during the whole ordeal. Now as they entered the apartment, he placed that and his own sword aside, leaning against the wall. The place was small and simple, with the main room comprising of a single bed against one wall, and a kitchenette on the opposing wall. The only other room was a small bathroom. The furniture was basic and the decoration sparse. Just a few of Yuri's personal belongings were scattered around. Repede did have a dog bed at the foot of the one meant for humans.

It did have one large window, which Yuri now opened, that allowed daylight and a pleasant breeze fill the small space.

"Just make yourself at home," he told Luke, before stepping towards the bathroom. "I'll be right back."

There was the rushing of water as Yuri turned on the shower, the door left cracked open slightly so the man could keep an eye on Luke. Hopefully the kid wouldn't have some sort of complete mental breakdown. He would try to talk to him, but the boy probably needed a few minutes to himself, and Yuri had an injury to take care of anyway.

Repede walked over to his bed and placed the dagger in it, then walked over to Luke and sat next to him. The Growlithe whined a little and pawed at his leg in some sort of doggy reassurance.

Steam started to seep out of the bathroom door and there was a sudden hiss of pain. "Agh... dammit!" The wound had been deeper than he thought. These types of wounds sucked if only because he couldn't really reach it. Thus he'd opted to washing it out with water, as hot as he could make it.

Repede whined again when Luke didn't respond, and just walked away to lay down in his bed and quietly watch the boy. Eventually Yuri emerged as well, his vest and shirt draped over one arm, a towel over his shoulders and his hair drawn up into a ponytail.

He looked at Luke silently for a few moments before taking a seat on his bed. A small sewing kit was pulled out of the drawer in a small nightstand. Quietly he started to stitch up the tears, waiting to see if Luke would say anything. If not, then he might have to take initiative. It was clear that Luke was traumatized by recent events, and keeping such feelings bottled up would likely cause more harm than good.

Damn he wasn't good at these things, Yuri thought to himself as Luke still said nothing, and didn't even seem to realize that he was there. What could he say? That it was all right? It wasn't all right. A man was dead, after all. Even if there was nothing else they could do. Yuri also didn't want to press the subject and make the boy even more uncomfortable and distraught. Perhaps a distraction would be best.

"Are you hungry?"

This asked as Yuri continued to sew, not looking up from his work. Last thing he needed was for Luke to faint from hunger, or stress, or whatever it was that caused him to faint the first time.

Yuri sighed a little, that figured, he kinda expected that answer actually. But maybe he could change his mind. Hm.

"Well, I am," he said as he put the sewing aside. Rising from the bed, he walked over to the kitchenette and started pulling out ingredients from the fridge. A bowl of potatoes he had mashed just yesterday, some meat, and an onion.

After washing his hands, the man quickly chopped up the meat and onion and started making balls out of them with the mashed potatoes. It wasn't long before there was the distinct sizzling sound of frying food. The smell wafting through the room.

Repede's nose twitched and he wandered over to sit at Yuri's feet, his tail wagging.