Kate listened to him and knew he was feeling relief blacking out again. His mistress purposely caused him frostbite it made Kate's angry. She worked to warm his body and let him sleep. Kate did not want him to suffer more. She removed the hot towels and covered him with blankets. It was hours before he woke up. Sitting in a chair by the bed was a large male dressed in woolen tunic and dark breeches. He was unarmed and over his chest was a tabbard with two fox heads. The man hand long reddish-brown, graying hair that was loose over his shoulders. His eyes were tired and his face was windblown, crimson from days in the cold. Trillen would see the man had fox ears that were same color of his hair and the tips were gray. The elder male looked much older than his 42 years. His meaty hands where crimson. He looked as if he hand been in the cold for days. His amber eyes were red. Trillen could smell the mixture of spice cider and apple brandy. Kate was sitting on Trillen's bed. She was in conversation with her father.<br/><br/>Kate was mixing herbs in a motor and pestal, "I don't understand why Aunt Malora gave Trillen to me. I have named him Trillen."<br/><br/>The elder man looked at the young warrior as he was waking up.