[Though Ferran opens his mouth to argue—he's capable of at least fetching a coat or sommething—he ultimately just sighs in defeat.]
... right. [Well, moving on. He doesn't find the need to bring anything of his own with him, so he just heads towards the door; with little to his name and the house half-broken anyway, he finds no reason to lock it behind them, either.] How far is it?
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... right. [Well, moving on. He doesn't find the need to bring anything of his own with him, so he just heads towards the door; with little to his name and the house half-broken anyway, he finds no reason to lock it behind them, either.] How far is it?