Even if I wanted to, I'm not so sure I could... not tonight, at least. [But he'll have to try again tomorrow. He's not about to try and forgo sleep. No matter how stressful the nightmares were, he knew it wasn't good for him to avoid getting his rest.]

[...though it's hard to say how much of it could ever be considered restful. He takes another deep breath, still shaky, but also more calm.]

I... think I'd like to try standing now. And you should get something to cover your wound... [He's not gonna even start to start trying to forgive himself for that while she's still huddled on the ground with him, bleeding.]