He laughs, a little rueful, "No, I haven't. Not just now, anyway. But-- I have more friends here than I did at court, and more who take care of me. Folk who have helped me see how I can--" He waves a hand, finding that he isn't sure how to say what he's thinking.

Instead, he shifts tracks, "No one at court would ask what ails me. None would come as thou hast today, or as Laertes did."