[There was a perplexing series of emotions flickering across Wolfwood's face as Vash stood quietly and waited, and he had to bury the instinct to try and figure out what was going on in his head through sheer force of will, redirecting his thoughts as far away from the thought as possible. It was honestly a bit of a mercy when he finally did answer, and it was just a short, simple question to clarify the direction he'd given.

At the very least, it was enough to make him release a slow, quiet breath he'd been holding as he waited for the next snarled retort. His head bobbed in the affirmative and he grunted out a wordless answer, relaxing in fits and starts.]

Octovern's southeast, December is that way. [He gestured in the direction they'd been heading before his hands returned to the unconsciously-defensive curl they'd previous taken in front of his chest.] December is maybe a dozen or so iles closer, but there'd be no guarantee we'd find the supplies needed to restock when we got there, and continuing on to Octovern after stopping there would almost double the distance in the end. It's up to you.

[He let the information linger in the air for a breath before having to pull his gaze away, and he took the moment to try and center himself, at which point he finally seemed to realize he'd been holding the old lighter in his hand all this time. He grunted quietly to himself in mild surprise, patting down his breast pocket before tucking the thing back in its proper place and patting it down again just to reassure himself that it was safe and secure where it belonged.

And then, there wasn't anything left to distract him again, so he sighed, stuffing his free hand into the pocket on his hip, and looked back up at Wolfwood expectantly.]