"Right. It's, uh- it's not that long back to uh, the way that we came in. We can just- turn around." The Bull only just manages to stop himself from clearing his throat again. Feels like he needs to do something, at least, to clear all that badly-hidden dread out of his voice and even if that something is just a bunch of crap that his mind is making up to try and make him feel a little less shitty, it's not like feeling less shitty right now's really going to hurt. He swallows hard, trying to satisfy the urge in a way that's going to make at least a little bit less noise.

Ride this out. Either he gets eaten by darkspawn or they get back up to the surface to fight another day; no matter which future's in store for him, patience is going to carry him out of this. He only has to let it. Even if he has to go all the way back the way they came, in front this time, without even Dorian ahead of him to focus on-

"So," the Bull makes himself say, like he can't tell how fake his casual tone sounds right now, "that pile of crap up there's not about to thwart us, then? You've got two eyes, maybe you can tell me if that big shadow right next to it's a left turn or a dead end." And if it is, that's... fine. It's going to be fine. Right up until they have to start worrying about darkspawn again.

Not going to think too hard about the darkspawn yet. One pile of shit at a time.