Jack doesn't fight, walking with Ray.

Ray walked out the door of the house and started to the main road, pulling their hood over their face, the supporting hard leather holding the supple leather up and keeping it from falling into their face. They keep their head down as they draw up a mask over their face. They shudder slightly, the sudden transformation reminding them of the first time they had ran away, the first time they had faked their death. "So... Where to?" Ray asks Jack.

"There's a little village near by, they don't get news often. It's not close as in right next door, over some farm land."

"Great! I'm glad you know this place better than I do. If you went to my kingdom, I'd be able to tell you where things were." Ray motions for Jack to lead the way.

Jack still holds their hand as he began to lead them, smiling a bit. "Well, guess I'll be a good guide then."

"Yup. The best guide I've had for a while." Ray nods, squeezing Jack's hand gently.

For a mere moment, a faint blush seemed to touch Jack's cheek as Ray squeezed his hand gently.

Ray didn't notice, having turned their attention else where. They were mumbling quietly to themself.

Jack was glad they didn't. He reminded himself that he was fine single. He lead Ray along out of the town and out toward the horizon were he knew a little village would lay after much farm land.

Ray wasn't exactly the best person to hang out with and most definitely not on any road.
The sun, though just starting to inch its way into the sky, was fierce and beat down at the annoying angle it had when staying low.