"No," Burr says, even as he thrashes, shivering. "No, he doesn't want me," Burr babbles, "he told me, he told me to go--" back to? "Back to my mate," and Burr is crying, breath hitching up in his throat, and--he's cold, and Ned won't come here, and--

"But he won't--nobody wants me," Burr says, and he is sobbing then, ugly, cracking things that shake through him in waves of hurt.