Unconcerned for the lack of strength, for the great boned guest was still quite thin and there hadn't been nearly enough time to have gotten better, Hap gave a quick nod of certainty. Setting a decision into place, the lightkeeper moved the bowl nearest the large creature, then putting hands flat to the floor near as well, it scooted it's knees closer. In fact, so close that the small creature might have only leaned in or extended slim legs and the guest would have been able to use it's lap as a pillow. 

“Not too far, but closer now than before,” Hap said calmly. True Wilhelm had managed more earlier, but before, death had been hovered at the edges of any attempt and Hap had seen in more than one case, how there was strength in the last moments of life. To feel exhaustion, to be unwilling or unable to push beyond what would be acceptable under the circumstances was sign that life remained. 

The small golden keeper did not smile, there was nothing tender, though a great deal of gentleness, in its actions as it moved once more, setting knees on either side of the great head on the furs. With a huff of annoyance, Hap's small hands cradled under the large skull and lifted easily, for despite the weight of Wilhelm's exhausted body, Hap was not as weak as its slender limbs seemed to say. Then, with his head raised, Hap slid knees together and laid the injured guest's head back down, slightly raised now on the keeper's legs. 

Whether it was some strange understanding or perhaps just serendipity, the keeper did not try and feed its patient. Rather, it grasped Wilhelm's thick wrist and lending strength to the sick, set the bowl in that large palm, wrapping Wilhelm's large fingers around the small bowl. 

In this way, food was had. It was only a small bowl and when it was gone, Hap reached into the pocket of the tunic it wore and drew out the pungent herb which it crushed in its fingertips then held before that pale mouth. “The dogs do not like this,” it said as calmly as it knew, “but it does make them eat when they are not hungry. On long runs, I have two who do not eat for their stomachs are not made for more than one thing at a time. It soothes pains as well and you have much of pain and an even greater amount of hunger. It is time we press your body to take in more, or you will never get well.” Hap's eyes narrowed. “And I have no need to deal with a body as large as yours if you should die.” 

Oh, no. There would be no permission to pass from this little one. The herbs overhead still sent their smells throughout the room, but the herb which was crumpled into a thumb sized ball between Hap's fingertips, burned away the scent of everything else – crisp and almost offensive to any but the most insensitive nose, it did not promise a pleasing taste by any means. 

“Come, take it and then I will get you more to eat. Do you eat meat, grains, or do you eat grasses?”