Raleigh's hands were shaking softly as they found purchase in his hound's fur, trying to steady them long enough to keep him steadied on on his back. He felt himself slipping slowly, dipping closer to a wall of unconsciousness, but he managed until they reached home. Sliding off of his back he managed to open the door, letting the other inside before shutting it and pressing his back against it— sliding down to teeter onto the floor, leaving a bloody streak behind. "I'm okay," He wheezed.
Bones crack and the hellhound goes from beast to human again. Vulnerability creeps up his spine as Cerberus is by no means finished in assisting his Master. While the better part of him knows that he will be – that he just needs time – a smaller part is gnawing away at itself. He drops into a squat, bringing Raleigh’s arm around his shoulders and with slow movements – hefts the larger wolf onto his feet. Allowing for him to lean onto his body for support, Ceberus will lead his Master for the bedroom and sit him down on the bed.