The groups have reunited together. Louis had decided to keep his distance while the fire crackled in the rays of the sun going down. It would be considered his morning while everyone else was descending into night and soon would fall asleep. He'd volunteered to watch, but he was growing hungry. It's been days since they broke from the pit.

He'd mostly been memorizing the faces of everyone, regardless if they didn't interact. It kept him occupied. Louis wasn't going to actively check in on folks, since some of them seemed wary of him (the natives, mostly). He's grown used to the stares. Although, he suspects some might have witnessed his lack of control on occasion. It's only fair to avoid him. Almost eating a native didn't give anyone points. Inej had been the first face he recognized. Releasing a shrine monster brought shame upon his person after the fact. He wasn't sure how she'd react if he approached her right away.

It was when he found himself near the same tree as her, a whisper of cold passing by them, that he finally approached her. He might have been keeping an eye from far away, even if they barely knew one another. She was capable, but part of him can't help it. Louis isn't able to feel the cold as many. He's still sensitive to regaining some of his abilities so he shivers when he leans against the tree. The flames of the nearby fire keep close by. His tone is nearly quiet.

"Castiel didn't make it out."

A statement. A fact. An acknowledgment. Time to pour one out for the angel.