The Goat doesn't immediately look over upon your offer, glaring at you out of the corner of their eye. "A drink? Do you really think-" They turn towards you angrily, but they falter as they look you over, realizing they're face-to-face with a lavaling. They heave a sigh, their fury dissapating, although their expression is clearly unamused from what you can tell.

"Kid, appreciate the attempt to be helpful, but the drink really is the least of my concerns right now." They gesture at their face, tracing their hoof along the horn on their snout.