Zoe nodded slightly at his answer, though she paused when he said he couldn't have nightmares. It had been years since the war now, and she still had nightmares. There was a part of her that wouldn't mind not having them, but she wondered - if she couldn't have the bad dreams, could she have the good ones?
"Do you have the good ones? The good dreams?" She grunted softly as she tested her knot. It held. She seemed to have left too much rope, as it was rather slack, but soon the rope tightened as she wrapped it almost expertly around herself. She wasn't a Macguyver exactly, but she could make do in a pinch.
"When I pull, you push and try to move." She really did not want to have to climb out of the hole to find something to cut him up with. She'd do it, but she'd prefer trying to save his leg first.