Harry and Luke had been called individually, but had met in the courtyard and come together in Luke's still barely working Landspeeder, which was large enough to fit them all.
Though they had not spoken much, they had a shared air of resignation and worry, and when they piled out at the police station, each was looking or a particular head of hair, and a particular face to be okay, and not hurt. Both had to ask several; questions and Harry and Luke looked at each other, then at the man asking them, and smiled a little.
Several minutes later, they were being led to their charges. Harry move into the fore, seeing Olive, his legs eating up more room. "Olive?"
Luke moved slower, sending his senses out to assess Galen's condition and mood and hoping the young man was okay.