He didn't answer right away, too busy juggling their bags, half in an effort to set them down without dropping the lot and half just trying to stay upright under their weight now that he was grounded. When he'd managed both, he stretched a bit, sighed, and shook his head. "Not really, no."

He fidgeted for a moment, a part of him tempted to gather his things and find a room to retreat to, and then asked, "How's he doing?"