To have his appetite return would, in Wilhelm's mind, be both good and bad. It would make eating easier, certainly. Of that he could not complain. But it would also mean a return to living that he had not expected. He had thought to move on, not move house. And in these wastes, he worried that his size alone might be an imposition too great for his host to deal with. If he added his usual appetite to it, even winter slowed as it might become once he was healthy again, he might eat everything the little one had cached. For, surely, it had not thought to ready for so large a guest. With so large a stomach...

He merely grunted though. There was time enough to worry about that later. If he was to live, he would focus on living. Recovery. Regaining his strength. His health. Then he would repay this one's kindness. A troll did not leave his host starving when there was food that might be hunted. If he had to, he would chase down one of those bears, but for now... 

Wilhelm felt his head settle back against the furs and shut his eyes, Hap's cool fingers against the nape of his neck as refreshing as a trickle of meltwater down his back. He felt the spasm uncoiling between his shoulders blades and slipping down his spine. It made him shiver, shudder and shake his head before the sharp motion made him groan. Too much energy wasted on useless activities. The hand moved away and he was left staring at the backs of his eyelids, advised to rest as thuogh there was anything else he could manage. His lips lifted in a rictus grin, eyes still shut, as he turned his face towards Hap. "Aye, and tomorrow, I'll dance Mother down to melt the snow, shall I?" There was a vaguely derisive note to his words, mocking his own weakness, and perhaps a littleannoyed by it. But he did not blame the little one for it, and quickly opened his eyes to amend any insult he may have managed with further words rumbled from his chest. 

"If I am in your way, I might attempt removing myself to a corner then, but there will surely be no dancing." He followed that statement with a heavy snort before shutting his eyes again. And for all he had not thought he would find refuge in sleep again, he was tired enough that it dragged him down somewhere between the beginnings of strange clanking and settled rhythm of fixing frayed wires. A pup had nosed its way beneath the hard warmth of his arm when he woke, and he found himself confused by the sensation of a warm little body breathing there. It was very small. He kept his arm still so he might not inadvertently break it and draw the mother's wrath. Or his host's. It would be a wasted life besides, if he killed it, when he wasn't planning on eating it. But he did turn his head, blinking his nictitating membranes back into place as the light reminded him of Mother's dislike at being stared at and eyed the mess Hap had created.

"Hrrrmmm-" The rumble made the pups squeak and caught in his throat, so he cleared it, as quietly as he could, before continuing. "What are you doing there?"