"Oh, bloody good idea," Eleanor said, guiding Joker into Anders' room somewhat carefully. She was essentially being his other crutch, now, or at least taking enough of his weight so that his legs didn't snap. And then, to figure out exactly how to negotiate sitting from standing.

"Don't mind him," she added. "He's taken rather more pain pills than he ought and he's a bit ..."

Well. Joker, but more so.