possibly when all the madness is done...
In an event not far short of a miracle, Icarus manages, a few days later, to find his way back to Mary's room. While it's wonderfully warm this day, it was enough less so those few days before for him, thanks to getting so wet and generally being a scrawny and unlucky sort of boy, to have caught a fine cold. He's quite contentedly ignoring that, though, as he knocks timidly on the door.