[she tilts her head at that sound. Almost as if she can understand it. Well--obviously not. Still she feels sorry for the poor thing and gathers i carefully under her arm]

I'm sorry, ne? Are you better? We'll get you dried off. [she carries it to the kitchenette and takes a fresh dishtowel to start to dry off the creature]

Did I startle you somehow? Or did you scare yourself, silly thing?