[Alfred watches as Oswald takes the pills and then turns away, sinking deep into the covers to sleep more. Normally he might be more inclined to let the other man rest but a large portion of his usual compassion and care has died.]

You'll want to eat something with those pills. [He states clearly.] Otherwise you will feel sick.

[He grabs a wooden chair from the desk on the opposite side of the room and drags it across to sit next to the bed.]

I brought some fruit but if you'd prefer I can make something a little heartier, oatmeal perhaps?