Upon opening her eyes, Kenna noticed the difference in the air. It felt so much lighter and cleaner, there weren't noises of airplanes or cars. Just the chirping of birds and the creaking of wooden wheels. Looking to her left, she noticed a road leading to a town about 100 yards from where they sat. Travelers walked by with donkeys and carts, oxen and the occasional solider with a horse.
"We made it." Sailor quietly spoke from next to her. Looking down, she realized she was dressed like those around her, in a tunic and sandals, her bag had been changed into a satchel.
"Come on, we have a healer to find." Sailor said, handing her the walking stick. She nodded, moving forward slowly, with a very pronounced hobble.
"Here, I've got some money, we can see if we can rent a donkey or something so you don't have to walk?" Sailor offered. She nodded, her knee was sure stiff and moving too much would inflame it.
"Let's go into the town and see what we can find."
Slowly making their way, Sailor walking as slow as possible to allow Kenna to stay with him, since she was moving slowly.
"Hey! You!" A voice broke through the silence, startling both of them. They turned to face the road to see three younger men walking towards them. Definitely older than them, but not by much.
"Hi." Sailor spoke for both of them.
"Do you know where we could get something to eat?"
"Well, that's the thing. We're new here, and don't know our way around." Sailor said, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Oh, that's ok! You can come with us." The one offered.
"Well, I appreciate the offer, but Kenna has a bad knee and so we need to move slowly."
"That's fine, we can walk with you guys."
"Alright." Kenna had yet to speak, as she was unsure how she could understand them and how they could understand her. Then she remembered that the professors had told them that language wouldn't be a barrier.
"I'm John, this is James, and that's Matthew."
Sailor grinned, recognizing them as disciples of Jesus. Maybe they were close.
"I'm Sailor, this is Kenna."
"Sailor? As in a ship?"
"Yeah, my father used to sail."
"Kenna. You're pretty quiet."
She looked up to see James studying her. As they continued to walk, he stayed beside her.
"Yeah, I guess I just don't spend a lot of time with people who aren't Sailor."
"Why?"
"Not many people spend time with me. I slow them down." She motioned to her knee, seeing as how the walking stick was taking more weight than normal. Had she been home, she would have been on crutches but she didn't have another choice.
"What happened?" He asked, genuinely looking interested. Kenna figured she couldn't explain it properly to someone living 2,000 years before cars, so she summed it up as best as she could.
"I was in an accident with my brother a couple years ago. My knee was wrecked."
"Oh." He looked deep in thought. "How bad does it hurt?"
"It's constant stabbing pain." She said quietly, trying to not make a big deal out of it.
"Hey, I have this friend, He might be able to help you."
"Really?"
Sailor smiled knowingly in front of her, knowing exactly who James's friend was.
"He's kinda busy though so we might have to go see Him at night."
"Ok."
After making their way into the town, they all piled into a small inn. There was a small space that looked somewhat like a restaurant.
Allowing John and Matthew to request some bread and milk, Sailor and Kenna followed their lead. James requested milk with no bread.
Taking their food, John lead them back out to the street.
"Let's eat by the well."
Settling by a small well on the packed dirt around it, they all quickly ate their meals, very hungry.