Henry doesn't look fine, but ... if he's the sort of not fine that doesn't need a doctor, then Dylan won't press it. Shy, quiet, uneasy ... that's a different sort of not fine. Maybe the kid just is shy, or maybe there's something bugging him. Dylan's not going to push it, but the invitation's out there for the kid, if he wants to take him up on it.

Dylan gives him a half-smile.

"You were down there on the planet, weren't you?" he asks. "I was, too." He pulls a face. "Unfortunately, my body burns food faster than normal, so being down there with nothing to eat for three days knocked me around."

He's still not pleased about that; it shows a little on his face.

It just seems ridiculous to him to be stuck here when there were people seriously hurt down there and everyone else was fine after three days without food. Most of the time, he's grateful for his Heavy Worlder heritage.

Sometimes, it sucks.