Locke had no intention of rushing her off the manor. His steps were slow enough for her to take everything in around them, but not too slow to make it an awkward stumble of feet. Locke had no idea whether or not he’d be staying at the bed and breakfast with Yuna, even if he knew that at some point eventually he would have to find a place to stay. It was something he knew that he needed to think about during their trek to the manor, though his thoughts were interrupted when she mentioned home in accordance to his favorite spots. Home, like for many of the transplants, was a sore subject, and for Locke it was becoming a worse one every moment he thought about it. But he knew that was why he went to the park and the outskirts of town. To think of home and immerse himself in the thoughts of it and the hope that it’d still be there.
He glanced over to her, gently squeezing her hand as he said, “Any day you want to go, I’ll take you.” He’d be sure to keep thoughts of home at bay on that day.