The hand on him was enough to stop him, to ground him and to break him half from the trench of thinking he'd spiraled into, dark, confused eyes swinging back to Tim's face. He didn't understand; hadn't Tim just agreed to come in here with him?

"Nothin' here does. That's how we know we're on the right path. That disquiet you feel?" he asked leaning in a fraction, eye earnest in the way they searched Tim's deep blues. "That means she wants us to leave her alone."

It was more a plead than anything else and there was a reason he hadn't extradited himself out of Tim's grip. Tim still had control, even if Raylan was leading the way. His defenses had tried everything else; giving up that end goal control to a trusted source was all it had left.