Thankfully, he heard no pity in the young man's voice. His hand moved with his body as he breathed in and out, trying to calm himself, yet his hand continued to tremble slightly. It couldn't be helped.
Was he all right? All he could do was remember the dream, but instead of the woman that was always there, he could only see Penny. Penny screaming for her life, begging him to let her go, blaming him for killing her...
"I am physically well." It was the only honest answer he could give.