[He blinks. Yep, she's being affected by something, all right. At least it's not as bad as when she'd been hit by the tranquilizer.]

There, there, my dear. [He pats her back with one hand and tries, again unsuccessfully, to wiggle his finger out from the dragonet's tail. But wait, there is another solution, and he phases his hand free (to a sleepy protest).]

Wait here just a moment, darling.

[He'll get a proper cup of water this time, wishing he knew for sure which foods were safe so he could grab some of them as well. When he gets back, he puts an arm around her and strokes the dragon's spinal ridge in apology.]

Here we are. What are husbands for, if not to fetch refreshments?