[One wonders how much, exactly, of the damage even registers with Sebastian, or how effective his fussing really is. Or how gentle (he tries, really, but when the room insists on spinning it doesn't do wonders for one's fine motor skills).]
Ah. [The bed, right. He left it.] That's right, I was not supposed to...
[Sebastian turns his head to look back at the bed, still visible from the bathroom. Because this requires time to deliberate, apparently.] Young master, I am sorry, but you will have to--
[.../vague hand gesture. Ciel is still in his lap, see? He'll have to move. ALSO:]
I keep some meals ready to heat up in the hotel cafeteria refrigerator. [In case of emergency fridge breakdown in his room, see, and because he's a hotel employee and he does what he wants with the cafeteria.
..............Yes, he remembers to bring this up now.]