"What way? I'm simply providing food to someone clearly ill and unable to walk to the mess hall. I'm such a good friend."
Less than a minute later, a hobgoblin sailor, his dingy hair hidden in a bandana, comes over with a few bottles, each filled with a thick green liquid. He passes them around, saying, "This should help."
Shortly afterwards, the group hears a high-pitched female voice shriek from belowdeck, "What the heck is that giant flying lizard?!"