Lilly laughed to himself.

The sick man was like a dog that is ill but which growls from a deep corner, and will bite if you put your hand in.

He was in a state of black depression.
Lilly settled him down for the night, and himself went to bed.

Aaron squirmed with heavy, pained limbs, the night through, and slept and had bad dreams.

Lilly got up to give him drinks.