"Thanks," he replies. "I feel fine. I don't think anything's out of place, or... I dunno. New dent in my lantern," he says with a shrug.

That and the smudge of lakeshore grime on his pants are the only signs it even happened. Otherwise, he looks just as he was when he left - same clothes, no visible injury, even the bag of his few personal belongings he tends to carry under his bulky feathered coat has all its contents, which was a relief to find.