He extends his hand, stretches it as though trying to wake the muscle and bone within. Gaze falls to it, considers it as he continues to stretch it before raising his eyes to scan Bodhi's face, his own expression one of silent apology and and quiet hope.

"The trouble of the matter is, I've seemed to have injured my hand. I'd been rather foolish and had caught it in a door," he explains. It is technically true, he had injured it, but it had been his own foolish behavior (slamming a fist into the wall out of anger and sadness at the three missing memebers of his family who had not yet shown up). "I'd heard rumors the spring was apparently useful in healing injuries; is there another place you could take me, perhaps? As I've said, I've not yet learnt the entire village."