Hideaway Strath But nothin' ever stops you leavin'

Simmik stiffened at the sudden company; she had hoped for some time to herself for once. She studied the other woman with an icy, blank expression, her gaze falling to her painful leg a few moments before lifting back to look at the Saint's wolf. The wound seems mostly healed, she pointed out. But my leg hurts often. I just did too much walking, I think. She wasn't sure why she offered up this information. It wasn't just that the stranger had asked—she seemed genuinely concerned from what Simmik could tell. Whether not it actually was genuine was to be determined. 

Unless you can help with that, I'm not sure what else you can do.