*stands along with you and smiles, albeit faintly (sadly)* It really is fine. I'm used to not-quiet. *glances down at your hand (would shake it, if not for your injuries) before lifting his eyes to your face again, taking note of the various pieces of your demeanor (sincerity, honest concern, something else?) in his quiet way* It was good to see you again, Doc.
*looks down at Marigold, who is standing over her stick and wagging her tail hopefully* Come on, girl. Let's go in and find us a snack.