Typically, he would not let her lead - but she has a better sense of what exactly they might be looking for - and this way he can listen for anything that might attempt to sneak up on them from behind.

His eyes wander across the walls as they are lit by the hovering ball of light, committing the images to his memory. There is a sadness in his chest, even if this city did not die of violence or trauma, but simple change, it was still great and worthy of being remembered.

Not lost.

He shakes his head to refocus, turning his attention back to her form a step ahead of him.