Luka followed along after Mat, watching the shadows for movement. He didn't entirely trust these people, just yet. Better to keep his guard up than get a arrow to the neck. But as they grew closer and Mathieu spoke, it became clear that this was no trap. Only a group of travelers on the road who were willing to even share their supper with them. "There is no need," Luka said, moving to stand next to his brother. "We haven't eaten, but we have plenty of food for the two of us to last us a while. I wouldn't want to tax your supplies." Even if whatever it was they were cooking did smell very good and was making his stomach rumble quietly. They hadn't eaten since midday and would have stopped soon even if they hadn't run into this group.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, in any case, Miss..?" He glanced at their shadowy sentries, but they seemed to have no intention of moving out into the open. "My brother Mathieu and I am Lukaer," he motioned to the both of them by way of introduction. One small thing he could do to put their minds at ease. "I see you've met the mutt, already. He's not really ours, he's just been following us for a while." His voice was annoyed but Luka shot the animal a look that could very well have been interpreted as affection. "Thank you again, for your hospitality. We didn't relish having to walk much further along tonight in search of a place to camp." He looked at Mat, thinking that, though he spoke for both of them, his brother couldn't disagree. Everyone got sick of travel and failure eventually. Even his brother.