Hap drew the bowl to one side, setting at its thigh and took in the troll's countenance. 

“Full and empty,” it repeated and then nodded about waiting a time. “Not too long. Appetite will come back when your body isn't devouring itself any longer.” It cradled his large head in its slender hands and scooted backwards, then helped Wilhelm to lay down more fully. It's palm rested for a time at the thickly corded juncture of Wilhelm's shoulder and neck. The troll's skin was warmer than Hap's but the Light Keeper couldn’t have said that was due to the troll's make up or illness. In another bid to ferret the truth out more fully, the creature leaned over and snuffled at the breath from the troll's mouth. 

With a questioning look, the keeper leaned back on its heels. The troll did not smell like winter, nor did he smell like death or illness. Rather, there was something else underneath the scent of gravy, a smell which was faintly reminiscent of some other time in Hap's distant past. But time hid its secrets and Hap unlaced its tail as it stood. The tail whipped out, free and showing Hap's agitation even as the keeper kept its face closed. “Sleep and if you cannot, rest,” it said. “We will try again every hour.” 

Now that its patient was more aware, more awake, Hap felt it unnecessary to be caught up in quiet activities. The keeper drew out a heavy box from inside a large chest against the wall and opened this. Inside, chain clanked and a mass of wire, chain links, and rope was drawn out. Hap settled into a seat by the partially opened grate where light was strongest and began to untangle the mess. Here and there, chain links were bent, wire frayed, and rope slit. The keeper reached beyond its knee and withdrew a pair of wire clippers which it used to cut the links and snip wires off, laying aside the edges of its work so that the entire mass began to stretch out slowly. It was a large mass, looking something like a harness or a net though the links, wires, and ropes were set strategically. But had it been a net, it would have been big enough to cover Wilhelm with room to spare. At Hap's feet, heavy pulleys rests against its ankles. 

With time, a section of the mess was cleared of wire and links and the keeper withdrew from the crate a heavy spool of wire. This, it began to use to reattach rope and chain in a manner only it seemed aware of just how it was all put together. The keeper worked in silence and the chain and rope mess clinked now and again, as did the clippers click sharply into the silence. Krell nursed her pups and after some time, shook them off and trotted into the other room.