There remained silence in turn; left untreated it would fester and worsen, but it is was, he was prompted by action, by responsibility. He had agreed. Promised movement and a half-hearted escape, and now stagnancy wasn't an option. Tomorrow, maybe. If they were still here, he would just... Rot.

He straightened further, pressed hands to the couch to rise in turn. "Yes," he answered clearly. A look, too complicated to detail, chanced a gaze to Nigredo. "All better now."