For a moment, he was unsure of whether to capitulate to her desire to go to Station. Her defeated tone tugged at his stubbornness and softened the edges of his patience. He was aware he'd been nothing but cruel to her since they were stuck together. But he was still angry at her. He was still upset that he was trapped here instead of back in Caer Glaem in safety. He'd never had any intention of leaving the safety of those walls, save for when he was called to. Now he was uncertain they'd ever make it back.

"If we cross the river to the south, we'll be in Seelie lands. If we can find a crossing, I think we should try it. If we can't, then Station might be all that's left for us."

He wasn't sure of this as a plan. But his sense of navigation was ill refined and he reckoned heading straight south would be the most sensible path. After all, it was just like when traveling with Arya. If they had kept going north then, they would have found the Trident. Well now, it was the same, only south. This time he would need the good sense to avoid trouble.