Rosinante's face scrunches at the unpleasantness of the description. So not only do they take up a lot of space, they're noisy, too? How can they actually be faster than horseback or foot if there are so many they all get stuck in one place?

"Don't expect I'll ever see your world, but I'd stick to walking if I did. Sounds awful."

There's essentially no way to visit, he knows that. Even if the portal could send people backwards, they're all dead. This is a world of the dead, where the lanterns allow them some semblance of life, but he doesn't expect it would work out if he went back home - rather, he'd probably simply vanish and leave behind his body. While he's satisfied with the life he lived, he's growing attached now to the second chance he's been given.