There's the remainder of a rip in his arm, like something with teeth got him some time ago, but it's healed for the most part. He gives a little nod and a smile. "Yeah, I'm okay. As okay as you can be here, at least."

Aang slides between the pews. It doesn't look like it, but it's a defense. The bigger man would have trouble running at Aang through the narrow path between the pews, and Aang would have an easy time jumping over them like a monkey and running out the door. The man putting away his knife is comforting, but Aang will be cautious nonetheless. "Not that I saw, but they're around." He can feel them. He doesn't have to see them to feel the vibrations in the ground when they move. "What about you? Are you okay, Phil?"