It took time, and a while of listening to silence before he felt the herb beginning to work on his stomach. It wasn't so much hunger that grew, as it was a lack of the unsettled uncertainty that had had him swallowing with difficulty. As though it had filled all of the emptiness in him with its smell. Perhaps, given enough time, it would dissipate just enough that he'd feel hunger instead of nausea or repletion. Both, he knew, were not the best of situations. But he supposed a dog might eat even if it wasn't hungry if it liked its food. And he supposed he might as well. When winter was coming, and winter was most assuredly come to this place, one ate as much as they could. At least now, he could hope it would be less difficult to manage. And he did not have to worry about hunting or scavenging for his food, it was being brought to him, warm. 

As the heat in the building reminded him of how tired he was, and his mind forgot his worrisome company, Wilhelm found his eyelids drooping yet again. They were, it seemed, impossible to keep open, and his mind started sinking into the darkness behind them. At least until the stillness was broken by a sound as wild as the wind. His eyes remained closed, but slowly, his lips curled upward at the corners, and his body relaxed. He knew that sound, he understood it. And when Krell moved beside him to join in, he didn't flinch away or freeze. She wasn't a hunter he should fear. Respect, certainly, but not fear. 

He didn't join them, he wasn't part of their pack, and he had no territory or family now to warn them off of. In point of fact, he was on their territory, so as far as he knew, it probably would have been a bad idea. Two more points in favour of remaining quiet were that he hadn't the breath for it just now, and he'd never had the voice. Trolls didn't howl. 

He was still smiling ever so slightly when Hap returned, and though his ears twitched as soon as he heard its footsteps, and his nostrils flared at the scent of the meal it carried, Wilhelm's eyes only opened slowly. They were still heavy, for all he was a little more awake now. As was his pride, it had sunk somewhere far away as Hap raised the first spoonful to his lips and he obliging opened his mouth. Distantly, Wilhelm was certain he should be annoyed he wasn't even to be allowed to try. But he could not work up the energy to care. The food was reaching his mouth, he no longer cared how it managed that miracle. Maybe he would tomorrow. "That is well, I am too thin now for winter." His voice dipped into a rasping depth as he spoke, and he had to swallow before speaking again. "Your beasts, they are very like to wolves. It is a comfort..." He trailed off to swallow another moutful of the grain he was being fed. "to hear something familiar."