Freki whined softly at John trying to convey his worry. Things just weren't going right today. He followed the human up the stairs like a well mannered dog, though. He just wasn't sure what else to do.

Loki blinked a few times. He was being carried which was probably wrong, but felt very nice and right. He was much too cold and dizzy to protest anyway, so he didn't.

John's question took a while to sink in.

"Room?" he realised finally. "Room. Bed. Bed's nice." Bed sounded very good in fact. Even more comfortable than being carried.