"I'm fine, Rana," Nathan said, with a smile in his voice. He leaned back and closed his eyes for a moment, opening them again to take a surreptitious peek at the odometer. Fortunately, it was under the limit and well within his tolerance range, so he settled back again. "It feels... weird," he admitted, to be honest. "Like... not really like a part of me is missing, but more like... when you wear the same ring every day, all the time, and then you take it off for some reason and forget to put it back on. There's sort of an emptiness. Also it's probably gonna hurt like hell tomorrow," he admitted. The pain hadn't kicked in yet, though, and he'd deal with it when it came. For now, there was all the glory of localized anesthetics.
"Thank you, by the way," he added, "For looking after your sister, of course. But... also just for being understanding that sometimes even old guys need to get their stuff sorted out. You're a good kid, even when it's not easy. I hope you realize that."