"Haven't we all?" Not all of today had been bad eventful, by any means. It had just gotten off to an extremely rocky start. One that Ned doesn't feel like dwelling on too much, and certainly not talking about. Still, he can see why Meyer would want to know. It's not just curiosity, he imagines. It may perhaps give him a sense that he's not the only one who has lost the ability to control himself, because of these changes.

Which is why Ned makes eye contact with Meyer and nods, once. Of course, what he'd done hadn't been a physical attack. It was going to take significantly longer for that wound to knit back up.

But now he's let his thoughts get too close to it, and he doesn't feel like talking for a little while. So instead, he goes back to what he'd been doing before Meyer showed up, running his hands across the ground and leaving springy moss everywhere he touches. It might not be as good as a bed, but it will do. At least it's warm out, now.