Alfred is a ragdoll in Georg's arms as he is lifted to the bed - his eyes are still greyed out, face drawn from exhaustion and malnourishment; periodically, a hand twitches, or his fangs bear, the beastly part of him trying to find purchase again and failing.

He groans as his hair is swept back, sick and sore. Not ashamed, though. Not enough presence for that.

"...Didn't want...to...hurt...you..." A low whimper, barely audible. "Made a...mistake...."