"I am so far from alright it is not even close to the same continent," he said, staring at her for a long, silent moment before sitting again, heavy for such a small man. He waved her towards a guest/patient chair, leaning back in his own, pulling the blanket up that had been in his lap.
It was far, far too cold in the Asylum for him...though that could be connected to the fact he had no body fat.
"My husband is gone," he said simply, though there was a heavy undercurrent to those words. He didn't know what Scarecrow had done, not fully, but he had spent enough time staring around his other's office to know that it was something bad.
Something he wasn't sure he wanted to know, because he was afraid he was going to find Edward's dead body at the other end of the quest.