He'd like to ask Doc for a drink, but doesn't. It's morning, after all.

"M'alright."

He's still sore, and his movements are stiff through certain actions, but the healing has taken away any other signs of his injuries; leaving no bruises, swelling or broken bones to see.

"How're you?" Idle and polite, same as her.

He takes the offered seat, turning his head to look down at the chair as he sits; trying to hide his wince with the action of checking the chair before he settles into it.