"If you want," she said with a shrug before looking back at her pieces of parchment. "I suppose so. Entirely depends on your definition of 'all right'. I'm not dead or dying and my basic needs, food, water, shelter are provided."
Rose made a note and charmed the numbers she had written to move and change as she rearranged the words on the page. "But my pursuit of happiness and emotional well being are far from good. In fact, I'd said they edge of agony and depression."