Then, I will trust your incredibly keen sense of direction. Please, lead on. My projection will work so long as I can sustain it and have concentration to do so.

[ He falls into line beside her. He walks as if unburdened by his crystal arm and pieces of his neck. After all, why should he? Tis a thing of his mind and a desire. There is no reason to trouble the Warrior of Light further. ]

We could also talk along the way. From tales of your time here in Ishgard to the more mundane, if you prefer.