Despite his emotional outbursts when things bubble over, and in spite of his current form, Waver is still a mage. He tries to be practical. He isn't that reckless and stupid -- not in general, at least. He understands there's nothing they can do. He understands that focusing on that to the point of upsetting himself into losing control of his animal instincts would be a mistake they can't afford right now.

It doesn't make it easier.

Listening to the sounds of Ozymandias scrambling over the blockade as the screams and shouts draw closer, Waver waits anxiously on the other side, watching the way splintered wood and lopsided crates shift under Ozymandias's weight to gauge his progress. When he finally jumps down to join Waver, the turnskin instinctively rushes back over to his side, ears down and jaw tight. When he looks up searchingly, it's clear he's relying on Ozymandias to keep leading; they're safer, but not clear.