"That looks as if you're like to wake with a crick in the neck and an out-of-place spine to go with your hangover," Cuthbert corrected her, pulling a face. "And I am telling you right now, I will not be the one to deal with your mood if that happens. Try not to puke on Nariko's nice new flowers, either." But, hopping down off the wall, he hunkered down next to her, genuinely concerned. "Wait here. I'll fetch you some water. Doesn't do to sleep without washing it down a little. Take it from one who's had more hangovers than he'd ever want to count."