[He returns the smile, and then his hold in his hair tightens, shifting to cup the back of his head as he helps him up into sitting position, moving very carefully so not to jostle him and taking away the cloth from his forehead.]
[His touch in his hair lingers for a moment, longer than is strictly necessary-- and he pulls away only so he can get him some food, a glass of water, and some of the medicine that the wolf brought back.]
Hope you're hungry for... uh... [actually looks at what they've got.] ... crackers?
[That might actually be the best option if he's not feeling well. Bland af...]