[He knows well without names being used, but it's no secret to him how much Lelouch feels their particular absences. They're central to his world, he would expect nothing less when remaining distanced from them as they are. It's remained so since Jeremiah's come to know him, ever a careful piece of his plans even when placed on the opposing side of the board.

Ultimately, he's left protecting them by removing himself entirely. Jeremiah hopes it won't have to remain this way forever, but he knows better than to press the matter now.]

You're still correct, Your Majesty. They would enjoy it here.

[Freeing, being able to use the title when they're alone. Lelouch will have to break him of it if he wants it to stop, now that he no longer carries that mantle in any other sense. They make good time from there, heartened by the determination to press on. By the time they reach their destination, even Jeremiah can feel the weary weight settling into his limbs of a long day's trek. The warmth clinging to the air is stifling enough to prompt him to shuffle his pack, tucking his jacket in and rolling up his sleeves as Lelouch lays out the plans. By the time he finishes, Jeremiah's re-shouldered everything, ready to embark to their next stop.

Considering the leg of their journey they just completed, slowing their pace for a moment seems both wise and favorable.]

Are you hungry at all? We could stop somewhere, or see what food vendors might be at the market.