He still felt uncomfortable lying down on the bed, and he rolled onto one side to ease the pressure off of his wings. Lying still again helped him feel better, his muscles slowly relaxing -- or attempting to.

Albert remained silent for a few moments following Caesar's questions. "I need something to eat that won't upset my stomach," he supplied, his voice relatively clear now that they were indoors. "Broth. Water. Something."

He watched his brother dimly, wondering how to answer the last question he has asked. Here he was, intruding on his brother's space (not that he could see much of it from his current angle), and leaving Caesar in the role of caretaker. It might have been appalling if the situation was any different. "I need sleep. Desperately. You ... probably don't want to watch me sleep."