[ Now it's Geralt's turn to blink. He supposes in turn, he had never given thought to what Steve might've rode upon, either, though he knows logically, by now, that Steve comes from a world where they do not travel by horse anymore. ]

If you've time later...

[ Then why not? He can sense Steve's thoughts turning in the same direction. ]

No trouble so far. [ His being in Thorne will always remain a mild discomfort for him, but he doesn't seem to have attracted any unwanted attention. Yet. ] But, I must confess, Thorne feels more fragile than the others. A newly established monarchy and a sudden breach of their borders...I don't doubt they're currently making some decisions about us.

[ He hopes all it will lead to is their subsequent return. But he knows, too, not everyone who was in Thorne would wish to return, and he can't help wondering how the crown might confront such a circumstance. ]