[ If only he could hear her inner thoughts. The bonds she made and the love she had for those dearest to her. The purity of it all. He would be irreparably jealous. He's already getting to that point, really - she's said more than enough already. What with her her genuine concern and noble look and a bunch of other things that he's grumbling about in his head - thankfully, she can't hear any of his inner thoughts.

To her offer, he shakes his head. Not in a manner that implies he's taken any offense (he might have. Just a bit. Only because it's some goody-goody doing it.), but rather that of resignation. Yeah. This is his life now. ]

I'm about as right as I can be. [ He looks at her, squinting just slightly. What the hell was up with her eye? Was it one of those "contacts"? If her noble getup was nothing more than a costume, he'd be forced to reconsider his opinion of her - possibly into something more positive. And that, he didn't want to do. ] Travelling is a slow, but I manage. And there's not much reason for me to go anywhere to begin with. It seems to me, though, that you're the one that needs help to get a move on. Lingering here is bad for you.