[ Wow, alright, that's... a look. Caesar goes from staring at the skeletal dragon — seriously considering turning to run at the sight of that but it doesn't attack, so, he stands his ground — to the ruined hotel room behind the poor thing to, of course, Yuber. In a bathrobe. Not a look he was expecting and also not one he ever wanted to see.

Unsurprisingly, he makes a face at the entire situation he's arrived at. ]

Typically, when someone asks where you're staying, they mean to drop by at some point.

[ Since Yuber continually reminds him that he has no idea how being a person works here. His gaze drops back down to the dragon. He stares at it a bit longer this time, then drops into a crouch before it and holds the little bag he brought with him out to it.

If this familiar is as obnoxiously clever as his own, it probably understands him. ]

For his fever and the rest. Mix one sachet of the stuff with water and make sure he drinks it every six hours. There should be enough for three days. It won't cure anything outright but it'll make the symptoms more bearable.

[ It'll also make him sleepy. Caesar leaves that out. It can be a fun surprise for later. ]