"Carefully, don't get prickled." Ivy leans her head against his chest. "Hey, it's working. Now it just better knock me out so I don't do any more dreaming, huh? Are you gonna be able to get back to sleep? Do you have work to-morrow?" All this comes out in a kind of hazy tone, tinged with very mild concern--she means the questions, but at the same time she's too relaxed by the medicine to get very worked up.