Dougal shook his head, his gaze fixed on the stars above as he contemplated their course. "Nay. We're farther than the garrison will venture, but there's still the Watch tae be mindful o'. We've a guid fifteen miles yet tae go." He paused, his tone firm. "Five hours, at the least, and mair likely seven. We can bide long enough for ye tae stop the bleedin" and dress the wound again; no much mair than that."