[He covers him in blankets, pillows and a few kisses. He also drapes his jacket near him. He's not sure how far the animalistic nature goes, but he imagines he would enjoy his scent and any scent of dried blood on it.]

Then I'll be just a bit. Doze. I'll wake you when it is ready.

[And he looks at him fondly as he gets up, hobbling toward the kitchen area. He's making soup so it will be an hour or more. Plenty of time if Childe wants to power nap.]