Tony was frozen for a beat, after rambling insistently that, sure, in the grand scheme of things, they could be better, a lot could be better, but at the end of the day everyone still had all of their limbs and no one was incarcerated and they should have been celebrating, honestly, before being shocked into silence. It didn't take him long to recover, dredging up a lopsided smile to say, "They've got you on the good stuff, huh?" He finally shifted to sit on the edge of her bed, careful and watching the glow under her gown like he expected it to flicker out at the slightest disturbance. "Sleep it off, okay? I'll be right here, ready to explain everything when you wake up. It's just a little light," he promised, voice gentle enough to lull her asleep, he hoped. "You get used to it. After a while. You shouldn't feel it, not really-- you get used to it, and you should feel better, you know, lighter. Your body has all of the energy of a young start now, sweetheart. You can do anything."