There's a pinch to Essek's brow that shows he's listening, trying to absorb all the information, but his mind is slow, stilted, so it takes effort to actually hear them. But eventually he does nod, it makes sense, the safe houses would be the best places to find them, at least the one of the better places to actually look. He'd been so set on not wanting to get caught, that he hadn't even paid attention to where he was going or how unpopulated or fractured it was. There was little else behind his reasoning, just the need to find the others while avoiding eyes.

It was unpleasant to realize that... for a man who's always been so meticulously careful and thoughtful about everything he did, to run on pure instinct was incredibly disconcerting. Yet still, his mind was thick so with agony, grief, loss, even that realization was muted behind it.

"That-... yes," he felt so monosyllabic, but it was hard to form a thought, let alone voice it. Still, this was the best lead he had. "If there's a chance, I--..I'll go."