"There's always something." Even if it's just a trace, as Verity said. Winslow wishes, honestly, that he had any of his abilities. If he could just sense the dead as he normally can, he'd at least be able to know if he could bring the parents any comfort at all because he'd be able to tell if there were lives recently lost in the area.

But he functioned for many years without those talents so he just has to get over it until he can earn them back. So he nods instead, inclining his head in invitation before starting along their previous path again.

"I hate the thought of not having anything to take back to them if we don't find something." Not even information.