Locke
im all for compassion
And if they start actually mattering, then he'll make an opinion of it.
He's making his way down a long side alley, between rows of markets and houses, just kind of looking for things to do. He's already helped someone carry some wood to board up their windows. It's not much but it's honest work which is more than he can say about most of what he does. As he's coming out of the alley, he thinks that maybe he spots a certain raven haired woman. He still feels kind of bad for how he left her..
Maybe she could use his help.. To make up for it.
but not on my dime