The Bull huffs, amused, appreciative. It's a little surprising to be feeling that way right now when most of his mind is so busy yelling at the rest about how completely screwed he is all safe here in this tiny hidden space, but for a second he feels it anyway. There's something about getting called out, sometimes. At the right time, when he needs to hear it. Dorian's getting pretty good at doing that.

"If there's anything at the end of this, I'll find it. Just might take me a while to get there." He sighs at it, having to admit it, but if more detail is going to help Dorian trust that the Bull is being straight with him- "Have to crawl to get there, but I can move."

He takes another, slow breath. Commit. Now that Dorian knows that the Bull isn't dying over here, it's the right time.

"I'm good to scout out a way out. I don't find one, or I don't find you out there, we'll try to come back and meet back here. That sound good?" He takes a slow breath, makes sure his voice sounds even, businesslike. It's just another day, and he doesn't need any voices, any people, to cut through the dark in here at all. "I'll be alright."