Noctis didn't reach for the food or drinks even though he could smell them which was big because nothing came before food to the weredragon. He was cold and sluggish and all he really wanted to do was sleep which would just slow down the blood flow in his body. Something he didn't want to happen. He stayed curl up against Russell's side, cold to the touch, because no matter how warm the room got or Russell got it wasn't the kind of heat he needed to get his blood going again.