But despite this, a larger part of his mind wanted to push through. The pit in his stomach was like acid waiting to break through. If he did not keep himself in check it was not entirely implausible that he'd run off chasing any whisper he could hear. Of course, he could not dare do that with the lady general being on his journey.
Though, their travel had seemed rather smooth. There were no hindrances so far. Locke had half a mind to think that he'd have to escape and go on alone because of the general's agreement she said; to which he could not refuse even though he wanted to.
The wind kept blowing steadily, making Locke feel the chill of the weather. It did not help that he had left his vest to the sleeping general Alexandria when they had left her to the guards at the port. It was partly due to his remorse for what had befallen her that he did that. He was, after all, at fault.
Thinking he would have to find another way to get back to her good graces, Locke faced her accomplice, the red haired general Amadea; her visage seemingly resembling his lost companion. He blinked once to shake away the fatigue that had built up and to somehow sooth his unruly emotions.
"So, lady Amadea," he spoke softly, unsure whether to call her by her name in fear that it might cause more trouble. "Can you tell me a bit about this area? It would not be a bad idea to study the lay of the land before we go ahead and ask."
Extending his hand to help the general out of their ride, all he kept having glimpses of memories he had shared with his companion.