[ the old is directed at his injury, but it's a sobering reminder that he'd received the wound over a decade ago, and that even back then his joints had begun to creak and his reflexes had not been as sharp.

His true intent had nothing to do with his old wound (he doubted there was anything they could do, even if Amon was the best doctor on Keeliai), but as far as excuses came, it was both convenient and truthful, if wholly embarrassing. Admitting he felt weak, even slightly, was as easy to him as a husband admitting to his wife he was sterile. ]

A sensible suggestion.

[ he keeps his tone brisk as he walks towards the door, looking rather energetic for a man who just admitted to feeling under the weather ]

It isn't severe enough to impede my daily routine, but pain strikes me at the most inopportune of moments— I am an active man, and I would rather not have to change that.