There's relief in how Romeo handles it all-- it helps the half-elf soothe down the snarl in his thoughts that constantly roars to make sure he's safe. It's hard, Esteban finds, to let himself trust the child to be alright. Not because he doesn't deserve trust, but because he's always been a protective person to begin with, and Romeo is just so young.

It helps to hear his voice. Esteban doesn't reply-- mostly because his own is not the most steady at this point. On top of that, he's had to wake up a fair few Trekkers himself, and explain-- swiftly-- that they were under attack, that the refugees had gone feral, and were pouncing on sight. The strain onto his already squeezed throat does not help, but he tries his best to speak regardless.

It's a small group they gather-- with the Void Trekkers split across a few camps-- three? he thinks?-- there aren't that many here, and only a dozen or so need to be woken. Okay. Okay okay, just fourteen total; Esteban can try to keep them safe, right?

"C'n you guide them t' the supply tent?" He breathes deeply, and has to cough some of the dust out of his lungs before he can keep going. "Y' know where it's at, right?" It's a dangerous position, but Esteban has to keep watch over them all. "Sneaky too, 'f you can!" Please, let them get to a safe place without alerting all of the camp.