Cyan: ...Babe, are you ok?
He feels her forehead
Cyan: Ohhh...oh dear-water withdrawals...alright, alright-come here sweetheart...
He picks her up
Cyan: I'm drawing you a bath...
He goes into the bathroom with her and turns on the water
Cyan strokes her hair
Cyan: ...We've got to figure out a way to remove this curse...
Cyan: ...It's gonna be ok, sweetheart...
