A gust of wind raided a strangely brightened cloud of snow, and she was momentarily blinded. She wiped the stinging particles from her eyes and suddenly – there was Carrion! Somehow he'd outmaneuvered her in the darkness, gotten ahead of her or climbed over one of the roofs.
"The chase is over," he said. "Come here." He opened his arms. "Look at you! You're frozen. I said: come here."
And then Candy dropped. Suddenly collapsing on the icy roof. Clearly confused Carrion walked to where Candy's body lay. His face turned into a picture of worry. Suppose there was something wrong with her? Would she die? He couldn't bear to think about Candy dying. Not her.
Scooping her up in his arms he carefully cradled her against his chest and started the slow descent down the roof. It took much longer than coming up. And Candy was indeed freezing.
Every so often Carrion would look down at Candy, peaceful for the most part but with a slight frown on her face. Nearing the door they had both come up through he looked down at her face.
She looked a bit angry but also like she was in pain. Carrion panicked. The girl might die soon. And the hope he felt along with her. Hurrying through Dead Man's House he practically ran through the corridors. In his panic he forgot where to go. There were no doctors in this house. He never had need of one and the servants weren't worth it.
He sprinted down the passageway and into his personal chambers. Locking the door behind him.
"Candy you musn't die. Please."
And her placed her on the bed. Then Carrion began to try and save her with magic.