The fact Henry was looking at something else other than him while speaking to him was one more nail in what might as well be the coffin of his earlier denial, but surely he was just looking at the scenery? He sighed softly and moved to stand beside his grandson, blocking whatever he had been previously staring at.

"Yes. Let's walk and talk shall we?" He gestured toward the the city before him as he spoke. Perhaps he could get answers during the walk that would either affirm his hopes were right or would bury his denial under the unpleasant truth he didn't wish to acknowledge.