"As well as can be expected," came the answer, his accent a bit heavier from the pain of his knee. He half-turned, though, seeing a woman he as yet could not identify. His hood and robe, however, were likely identifier enough for her. "Are you on your way to the springs as well?"

Perhaps company could make the trip easier, or at least lend a distraction. As it was, he was finding it tempting to find a place to sit and wait for someone to come and drag him home.