His gaze follows Aden's nod and he goes ahead and heads toward the knife, something easing in his chest. Aden expects him to take it, and so that's one less question the Bull needs to figure out how to answer. He takes the knife down off the wall, hefts it. The size is okay in his hand. Not quite as big as the short swords he's used to keeping with him, but closer than anything else he sees here.

Once we get back. Bull's gaze flicks over to Aden when he says it, expression very still. Then he looks away. His fingers flex over the handle of the knife, the metal bare, ready to be used.

He opens his mouth. He closes it again.

"It going to take us too long to get there? I might need something to keep this in."