The ancient station, bearing the gold-to-white emblem of his former union, adorned with the black form of a scorpion's face and claws, with scarlet eyes... It was familiar.
Oddly enough.
but on each Union's emblem was a small box, upon which rested their mask. Within, one could only assume their former robes rested. It seemed like Luxu often came here to reminisce about the old times, as the box and mask on his emblem were the least dusty. He was there now, as well, though... Perhaps not entirely. It was him, in the form he had been in prior to his Union's collapse-- dressed in a darkly-colored set of Foreteller robes, black and blue adorned with crimson and gold, with no mask hiding his face. The former version of Luxu seemed to notice Kara's suffering, and approached, only for the illusion to wear off.
In reality, what was there was still Luxu, but with his normal outfit(which was still mostly black) and the jackal mask. He crouched down in front of Kara, moving one hand to either of her shoulders.
"...You idiot. I told you not to follow me," he whispered, shaking his head in disbelief before repeating the process he had used on his leg. This time, he pressed the misty essence against Kara's forehead, hoping it would actually do its job for this issue.