Last I looked, he was working, so yes, he is recovered, at least somewhat.
Edit: Next update. Apologies for the slow pace.
Journal of Fatcat, overseer of GoldsilverFelsite 20th, 254
Soon after the last time I wrote here, something encouraging happened.
The new arrivals were a motley bunch, as have been most arrivals here, but at least they were fresh, and ready for the struggle of turning Goldsilver into a monument to dwarven civilization. Other dwarves are flocking to the area, and with the recent promotion of our fortress to a barony, the new arrivals are directly integrating into the new province.
The settlers at Diamondswallow were quickly followed by a second party, who also established a hillocks.
Around home, the first cells of the new prison are completed, and furnished, except for food supplies. Eniteris was the last dwarf imprisoned on the watchtower, and shortly after his release, Dumed, the only long term prisoner, was moved to one of the new cells. A speardwarf in the militia, and two farmers soon joined him in detainment, after throwing fits, and punching several people. One of the victims later died from his injuries. Due to his mentally unstable state, I removed Dumed from his office for a term to allow him time to spend praying and resting, and delegated his duties to a bowyer currently employed in the breweries. Not everyone is struggling mentally, however. Eniteris was badly haggard after his year as overseer, but during his month in prison, he recovered much of his calm.
He still struggles with stress, but is much improved. He may soon be fit to return to military duties.
The new dormitories are progressing, with all of the origonal plans, and some newer ones being fully excavated, and a large crew of masons smoothing the walls. The first rooms were furnished and claimed by those in need of rest about a week ago. Gates have also been constructed at all entrances to the new living quarters, and linked to a central lever by the main (currently empty) supplies room.
The latest news, which prompted me to sit down and write, is that Lucky's youngest child seems to have been struck by some maddening mood.
Clover appears want stone blocks and bones. Neither is particularly difficult to acquire here, particularly since I ordered a few of the dogs I didn't train for war butchered to bolster our sparse meat supplies. I hope the child can make the mother proud.