As much as they could use an extended rest, no such thing exists when they remain surrounded by skittering monsters. Geralt peers back out the window, periodically making sure they don't become surrounded. That's the last fucking thing they need.

He turns back to Jo. First time. Hopefully the last—at least for tonight. "We should move."

As soon as she's ready, they'll go. Leave this place in the dust. They can return afterwards should trouble continue, but Geralt knows when a job has grown out of control. Too many of those creatures are crawling about. There's no reason to get themselves killed. Between the other Summoned and the Netherfolk, reinforcements will arrive soon—and with them, a more viable solution than trying to kill every last one.

Besides, they need to see where Ciri and Dean have gotten to, as well.