Not a visitor, per se, but here comes something more of a roommate who only in the last day or so has had the wherewithal to get out of bed and take some shaky steps around the infirmary.

It's an odd thing to say Barrow is looking a little thin, but there are shadows around his eyes to match the heavy stubble on his jaw as he shuffles by to sit nearby, offering a smile as warm as it is sad.

"What're you in for," he asks gently, only to notice a half-second later and regret the question. A low whistle, and he shuts himself up.