Any particular reason? He didn't have the best answer ready, not expecting to explain, but could be honest. Because he wanted to see her? Trusted he could relax a little and enjoy someone else being around? Solitude was a certain type of comfort, true, but it didn't always need to be all. “Some company didn't seem too terrible,” he answered simply, vague enough. She was one he did know how to find, most days--which went further than all else he had misplaced over the years, or paths back he couldn't make, no matter how much he wanted to try. Loss on top of loss, and yet he had grown fond here.
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Thinking back, he tried not to lean into nostalgia too badly. “Once, yeah.” he agreed. Though he was not so sure he could wear the title of a wanderer as well anymore, even if it may be etched into his blood as Ostrega. He harbored ancient guilt still, even if it might be why he survived to today at all. If he could've returned only a day sooner, maybe Osiris and the others would have outgunned the bear. Maybe he could have helped in the charge, or seen it coming before it all got so bad. And, deeply down, he also feared the shifts of this world. He had known this mountain for a long time now, and didn't want to see it gone. It couldn't burn, or crumble, or disappear entirely into the mists--not without him. He hadn't lost it, and wanted to keep it that way.
But time had passed, all had been well since. Peace reigned, and security deepened. Antares knew this. He didn't need to worry about it, not that it did any good, anyway.
So effortlessly enough, Sachiko was right. His ears fanned outward pensively, and the nod was slow. “I know they wouldn't have any issue,” he had never felt caged by what there was to do here, and instead liked that. Others had come up and able, and their pack well-established now though. But she laid it out so simply, and offered more. Antares sensed he should build on her confidence in him, and besides, she had surely seen more than him already. “You are right. And, I could go,” he replied, hopefully not too readily, but he had no qualms and winter gave him more cause. He ought to see more of these mysterious wilds, and extend that knowledge past the immediate horizon of theirs. Doing so with her granted even more opportunity, and he was not going to turn a blind eye to the chance. “Where do you think you'll go?” he had to ask, lured by calling it an expedition, even. What did the countess seek out there?