He can walk, unassisted, and he doesn't even pretend with his cane - it is lugged along as an additional irritation instead, clasped in a neglectful strangle, although he does take care not to chip it on anything once he boards the cab. Injured arm is mostly held stiffly, tight at his side, and the scent of blood gone old is probably not very attractive, if not strong.

"Is it quite usual?"