It was some time before Brandyé was able to draw himself up, and he felt as though his stomach were missing entirely from his body. He had never known such pain, and felt blood when he raised his hand to his head. He began to look around for Elven, and eventually found him, huddled on the far side of the tree, weeping softly. His clothes were torn, his face swollen greatly, and his lip stained with much blood. Brandyé sat painfully beside him and was quiet. He noticed that Sonora was nowhere to be found.
Brandyé of course did not die of his illness that winter, and in fact recovered not long after having been thrown into the snow by his grandfather. Reuel seemed somewhat ill-disposed for some time after, however; it was uncertain if he had merely caught the cold that had afflicted Brandyé, or if he was disaffected by coming so near to losing his grandson and the wild things Brandyé had uttered while under the mad influence of his fever.
Within days of seeing the wolf, the cold of the snow and the loss of his boot in the stream began to take their toll, and even as his limbs warmed, his body grew ill and Brandyé was unable to move from the house. At night he slept poorly, and during the day spent most of his time before the fire. Though his face was flushed and sweating, his skin became cold to the touch, and he always wrapped around him several blankets.