He understood that Silvio's metabolism worked differently than a regular human's -- that much was evidenced by how much of the medicine he needed for any relief at all. But he worried what effect so much of it would have on the poor wolf's stomach.

"Is noodle soup okay?" It was light enough that he could keep it down in spite of pain and whatever effects the drugs might have. But the noodles would be filling enough to help keep his stomach from getting upset. A stew would be better, but that would take much longer.