There's a difference between knowing you're going to be the one holding things up and seeing it, feeling every second go by knowing how close they could be getting to being somewhere safe and feeling how close they actually are. What does it matter if he keeps the ankle in good enough shape that it can heal if they never actually make it out? If a good man dies down here still trying to carry the Bull's dead weight?

He's been trying to stop babying the thing. Needing to keep the thumping of the staff quiet is getting in his way a little, but he isn't as slow as he was. There's still nothing to funnel the pain into, though, nowhere to put it, so when he answers his his voice is as much a grunt as actual words. "I'm good to go. Need to find a way out of here. Not like there's anywhere safe enough to stop anyway."

Not that the Bull has wasted a lot of attention looking for one. Might help him out if there isn't one, though, if Dorian wants to fight him on this. The Bull wasted their time already, even though it had felt like an okay risk then, before he spent all this time forcing himself along inch by creeping little inch. It had felt like an acceptable risk while he'd been coming down from almost dying and thought maybe Dorian needed a mental reset about as much as he did.

Maybe that was the right call and maybe it wasn't, but if that was the one break he got to call then he's already called it. Easier to get through it if he keeps moving.