Pride is-- Pride would be misplaced, practicality is the only reason for his trip, picking up somebody else's slack, surprised (but only barely) that others wouldn't consider it as well, they have to see that this is the right thing to do, the right idea no matter who it comes from, no matter the... the right thing to do, that is all that matters. And pride would be misplaced.

He nods, and slowly reaches into his back pocket.

His father's letter. A bookmark at the beginning of his journey, a journey which has since ended. Long ended, and left the writing... a reference. A reminder, in the way an old grocery list is a reminder. Useless now. All but meaningless now. And if it was gone... if it was gone, then his safe would contain one less piece of paper.

That is why it couldn't be your first choice. Your back-up plan. Not why you're here. Not why you brought her here.

His fingers touch the paper, but he moves them away. Instead Philip steps forward, pulling her along. Reluctant, Christ, she's never been before. Couldn't pick a worse time to grow wise, could she?

"Sentimental value, right?"

Applied to him those parameters yield poor results. Poor, but not quite nil.

Philip pulls on the end of Faraday's leash, and hands it over for the Queen to take.