When Bors Lothian attacked Jocelynn, healing her had taken a considerable toll on Eleanor's body. She appeared gaunt and withered, as though she'd spent months at sea, subsisting on meager rations while the blistering sun wring the moisture from her body. At the time, she insisted that she would likely recover, given time, rest and a good diet to rebuild her body.
What she'd suffered then, however, paled in comparison to the state of her body now. Her skin looked paper thin, stretched across bones that looked brittle and frail. There didn't seem to be almost any muscle left on her body, and her once raven dark hair was now as brittle and white as an old crone's.
Her body was covered by nothing but a thin shift, and her wrists were bound with heavy iron shackles that were attached to an iron bar, preventing her from clasping her hands in prayer, even at the end of her life.
