"yeah. Lizzie's... genuine all right." It wasn't exactly the term he'd use, but it wasn't like it was inaccurate. At the offering, Luke almost refused it, but then Mao's name came up and he compulsively reached out to bring the pillow close to his chest again, trying to keep it away from the weak field that was still surrounding him. There was tension in his jaw as he responded and he shifted a little, uncomfortable.
"The Mao thing. Well. She kind of already knew. She just didn't know the specifics." Just like he hasn't known the specifics about that whole illusion thing she could do. It was funny how they both still knew each other's secrets, just not in the same detail as they were accustomed to.