It's not that he hasn't known a man or two that didn't have full use of their legs for one reason or another though mostly because of the war. Men left without limbs, and without being much use to their friends and family, sitting all day in wicker chairs by the window.

Watching her, still frowning though he is more considering now than accusatory.

"I'd ask if you fell from a horse or something, but I'm guessing with that thing you're like some others around here." Or most others. Most. Which led to a bit of an uncomfortable anxiety he's not used to even before this.