He's very warm. His eyes slip shut and he lets his head droop forward a bit.

"I do not know," he answers softly. "I cannot see where the events are in time. And I suspect that if I attempt to find out, I will only become more ill." He shifts slightly, removing his hat and leaning back against the wall a little more comfortably. "It is unfortunate." He seems to want to say more but he's too weary for words.