Her stern words molded Sandy with no resistance. "No, no, I won't make you do that. I'm sorry I didn't rest as much as I should've, and I'm sorry for gettin' you worried." Sandy didn't react to the hip flask, only giving a little wince at the noise. She'd been gone overnight, after all; plenty of time to down a flask. His eyes did trail a little on her freshly fluffed mane, enjoying the dancing, curling colors. "Do ya'll want me t'try and get some shuteye now?"