He looks ill. And careless of his person. Unkempt. He was standing in a courtyard--well, that gives the wrong idea about the space--an open shaft between turnings of the fortress walls; there were two other prisoners present, but none of them made eye contact or seemed at all aware of the others. I'd the impression he wasn't registering any part of the scene around him. And he stood-

He looked cold and frail, despite a thick cardigan.

I was only there a few hours, Narcissa, and I'm still chilled to the bone despite having Tosha's fire stoked and burning as hot as the elf can manage.