Godric slips into the room, padding silently over to Eric. Settling onto the bed, he cups Eric's face, tracing his jaw gently. There's stubble there, more than Eric usually prefers. They can take care of that later, when Eric is feeling more himself. For now, there are more immediate things that demand Godric's attention.

"Mitt barn," he intones softly, affection clear in his voice. "You have not fed."