He had to show his strength to keep the moral of his comrades. It was a tactic he learned in war. It provided some hope to latch onto when the outcome wasn't as hopeful. It was the same face he'd given his men before willingly heading to Trojan ground for the last time.
At the brush of Polyxena's hand it reminded him of why he'd given her his secret in the first place. He squeezed her hand gently in return, eyes closing for a moment as he led them out, her hand still in his.
The drive was rather silent, a very uncomfortable one until they reached the right place. He wasn't certain that they would find anything, but it was not to be a stone unturned.