The scars still ache sometimes and he still has complications, but at the same time he doesn't feel like getting into the details, so he just nods.

There's no sign of any walking stick around, not even an indentation in the sand where it might have lain. Macy lets out another hiss, noting that they might want to get off the beach first so Nathaniel can sit down. She wraps some of her vines around his waist as she floats, supporting him for now.