Grandpa quickly went over to his wife and checked her all over. He recognised the illness, and sighed with relief.
"She'll be like this for a few days," he informed his grandson. "But she should be all right... I know a certain treesweet that will make her feel better. This is a disease that some outsiders carry with them." He looked behind him at Nahla, wondering if she was the reason for this, and considered himself lucky. He had been the one licking her injuries, after all. He turned back to his grandson. "Keep your distance, Littlefoot," he warned. "It has a worse effect on younger dinosaurs."