He listens, suddenly stock still save for the regular steps, left and right, forward and towards a bar whose name gives its ownership away entirely. And that's when it hits. Robin's been trapped, unsure of any out, caught against his will and caged in a place that makes forever seem like a sentence. It doesn't take much to guess at what seven months means, and Ishiah certainly doesn't think that it's taken seven months for Robin to make the decision to reshape his life. His own muscles tense at the thought of being stuck in a city like this one.

It's not right, holding them against their will.

"Wait," he says, shaking out of his concern and brow furrowing as he reaches out to rest his hand on Robin's shoulder, squeezing tight. "I'm here now. Seven months isn't enough time to know that we can't leave. We'll look, we'll scour this city. You shouldn't be talking about being trapped here like it's inevitable."