Tristran makes a 'hmm-ing' sort of sound as they finally finish climbing down the staircase with great effort and enter the bar proper. Luckily he's better now, or he would never have been able to do any of this without falling over, or hacking up a lung.

"Are you all right to use your crutch, now?" he asks, arm slowly withdrawing. The Y-shaped crutch is in his other hand.