[Poor little guy. He flattens his hand and holds it palm-up underneath the dragon's mouth, inviting it to spit — ugh — and remedy its situation. Robert is its new buddy; perhaps that will exempt him from suspicion?]

We'll have to get hold of some of the, ah...whatever it's called. "Dragonstone", or whatever it is. The mineral they eat; one lad on the network mentioned it briefly.