Istredd is the opposite. He's been spending too much time in here, neglecting the real world, but he also doesn't have as much shit to worry about in Thorne. Being in here, filling up countless notebooks and making yet another conspiracy board, it may not be long-term healthy, but for now it's helping. Since Castiel's mention on the network a few people have shown up here but it is quiet at the moment.

Istredd does glance up, confused, having heard the engine but not knowing what that is. Strange. The door opens as soon as Geralt knocks and he happens to be on the first floor stacking up a few texts. They're all of the same thing, so he is keeping them together. Geralt will see a leosylph identical to the one he dropped in Istredd's room is on the bannister a floor above, currently asleep. The ravens are all on different floors, but he might spot them all looking at him for a moment before fluttering away.

"Geralt." Istredd is actually surprised to see him, and his first instinct is to be wary, despite the fact they managed to make some semblance of peace in the pit. Outside of some mild violence that was more miscommunication in the middle. The last he saw of him, he was escaping, and Istredd's focus had been on Ciri getting out alive. A little stabbing didn't end up killing him, so all's well.

His guard drops a second after he tenses. What can he really do in here, anyway? "Was that sound you?"