He is very not alright. At all. He's at least had a shower and a change of clothes, so he doesn't smell the way he did when he first went to Prax - but there's a haunted, gaunt look to his face, and as soon as he sees Naomi he's bee lining to her.

But he's not hurt. Not even where he should be. The arm that has been in a sling this entire time is no longer so - it's free and he doesn't even seem to be thinking about the way he's using it as if it'd never been hurt at all.

"I'm fine--" He says, too tightly to be true, and in honesty he doesn't even mean it. Just just means it in the literal sense. He's not hurt. "Are you-- did anythin' happen last night? Did you hear anythin' strange, or--"