[ The boy's familiar voice distracts him for a moment. Somehow, in his head, he'd assumed Steve never made it out. Last he checked, Steve was arguing with Nero inside the pit. A part of him had felt...not responsible, but regretful. One of those things he knows he could only do so much, yet still wishes he'd done more.

His hand lands on Steve's shoulder, a genuine greeting, before he nods to confirm Aloy's statement. ]

They'll have to leave it. [ Can't stay here forever, tempting as it might be. ] We're northwest. Two, three hours. [ Perhaps longer depending on the strength of the group. ] Stay close, you'll be fine.

[ As for the vampire—he doesn't question it. Seems Louis takes after the vampires of Ikorr, avoiding the sun. If Louis says he can catch up, Geralt takes his word for it. Could likely follow their scent well enough if his senses have returned. ]

If you're last to follow after dark, you can disguise our tracks.