Walking was, decidedly, extremely difficult in Edmund's opinion.  Standing up made the world turn and his legs felt not entirely real, but he did his best to keep up with Francis as they walked down the street through drizzling rain.  He couldn't help but frown at the feeling of his hair getting wet and seeping down to his scalp, but at least Francis' words made for a good distraction.

"No, I don't have a clue," he said softly, doing his very best not to drag his feet as he walked.  "Why..?"