"Guess so." It's with a smile when Alastair seems to re-discover his leg in perfect working order, and soon Moritz even moves up to a normal walking speed rather than trying to keep it easy for his new companion - or does Alastair pick up the pace on his own? It's hard to say.

But the jangling of equipment and huffing of steady breaths could only exist alone for so long. Soon there's a question, and an understandable one at that. Moritz turns up towards the sky first, as if he's confused about the time - which he is. "Well, it-- I mean it's a bit early for a stop, isn't it? Not quite mid-sun, and the ground's been kindly level..." The wonderings of why Alastair might be bothering to ask slowly catch up with him. His glance over is full of honest kindness at the new thought. "Oh! Unless-- are you hungry? We can stop now!"

Does he look like a man opposed to an early lunch break?