The way he was speaking, slow and slurred worried her as she gently squeezed his hand and tilted her head to look at him. "Azvel? Vat's wrong..?Vat did you take?"

Can he hear the worry in her voice? She didn't smell any alcohol or anything smokeable. So, that left...A lot of different types of drugs actually. Rip shifted to sit up more and gently grasp his chin to have him look at her. "You can stay here az long as you need. I'd never send you avay. Just tell me vat's wrong und how to help."