I... am ok. I am as ok as someone can be here. It's just... problems because of dying, on top of this curse and being on this blasted boat. I'm stressed. I'm drawn. I'm not myself, and I'm... realizing that some things about me are not quite as perfect as I used to think they were.

So, no. I suppose I'm in a bad place right now, but I will be ok. I survived a century of war. I can suffer a bad month. I promise. Who knows? I might even learn something? [Hah, hehe... that was a bitter laugh.]