“Ohs, Queeny,” Scuttle made the attempt at addressing with a floppy wave of his foreleg as he turned to smile at her. “Yous awake. Want to…” Scuttle moved a forehoof to his mouth, and held it there for a few moments as his eyes unfocused. Then, eyes focusing again, he removed it and instead pointed towards an empty bottle by his side. “Drink? Drink’s good. Drink? Drink!”