"Proper warnings?" Lee repeated in mild confusion.

Hester, the rangy hare that hopped up behind him, explained: "Them warnings about keepin' up the touch. This feller's in withdrawal. If he ain't drunk, anyhow."

"Pretty sure he ain't drunk, it's to early for that," Lee countered, and led Javert towards the nearest bench to let him sit, keeping an arm around him while en route. "There now. No apologies needed."