On his way back to the main road, Lukas kept checking his chest despite knowing he was fine. But a sense of anxiety was silently screaming at him that it wasn't. He mostly shrugged it off as a mix of worry and a slight tinge of paranoia taking hold. It was nothing, he knew he was fine, so he dismissed his concern.
Upon reaching the main road, he reoriented himself and continued east. By the time the sun rose, he was still walking. He only stopped when necessary, such as to eat or ensure he wasn't injured or worn out.
By the time he reached Bellrock Outpost, it was a few hours past noon and he walked in with a slight limp. He wasn't injured, beyond a few nicks and bruises from the storm and his still-healing fractured rib. However, he was dead tired and had put too much pressure on his leg as of late, thus over time giving him a slight limp. It would most likely clear with some rest so he didn't fret over it too much.
