Whatever little respect Theon had was lost after his follies in the North, and she couldn't blame Qarl for his attitude. When Theon returned to her, he was a broken shell of the man he was before. His black hair had gone white and brittle, half of his teeth were missing, and his skin had turned pasty. He had lost three fingers, could no longer use a bow or hold a sword, and had lost three stone in weight. Her brother would refuse to speak, oft stare at walls, and jump at the slightest sound. Asha would throw him in a whorehouse to lift his spirits, but he had lost his cock too. She had no idea how to help and suspected that Theon himself didn't want to be helped. His sleep was uneasy, and his screams could be heard at every corner of the Black Wind. Her crew would have thrown him over the board long ago if it was not for her. And she didn't blame them, Asha would have also done it had Theon not been her brother.