When Ava sat down, he stared at her for a moment before doing the same. The movement made him groan slightly from the strain it put on his leg. He stretched it out once he was seated though and went back to massaging the muscles.
"Everyone keeps telling me I should let the healers fix it, but I can't. It wouldn't be right." It would be an insult the the memory of everyone else who died when he survived. At least that was how Remington saw it. He was lucky. This pain was minor when compared to the loss of life.