He is still shivering. He has been since he was pulled through the water. He is an honored guest or some horse shit like that but he can't help but think he's died somehow, or he's dreaming, or he's in hell. He isn't sure which he prefers. Instead he wanders around blankly, dining hall, library, even to the dungeons, intermittently scrubbing at the sign on his chest.

The lovers. It feels like a particularly bad joke. One that he's not laughing at.

Find him sitting somewhere staring off in space, or staring at a book without reading, or watching food with a distant expression.

Or if you're in the dungeon he will wander past the cells and stare in, resembling more a scarecrow than anything else.