Still using the cane made by Robby (by Geralt Tarrant's good graces), but the cane was needed less. His balance was mostly returned and the lingering effects of six years in zero-G were mostly centered in his back and hips... and possibly as much psychological as physical.
However the cane had other conceivable uses besides a support.
The direction of his foray today was a return to the direction he and Gerald had gone on a previous evening. He had a notion to brave the tiger.
However long before he reached the 'gate' to the park, as he had come to think of the resistent field, he saw a naked man, with the slightly stunned look of the newly resurrected, walking along the path between the abandoned Krell homes.
A slight smile curved his lips and the pale man, dressed in his form-fitting black (also courtesy of Robby), leaned on his cane and watched, knowing he would be in the newcomer's line of sight in mere moments.