"Just show me--" The pollen would wear off, but it wasn't going to be instantaneously, and Strange probably had other things to do that didn't involve waiting on Shura hand and foot. But no, he's already snagged a chair, and Shura has to grudgingly sit down where he tells her to, feeling overly coddled.

"Don't go out of your way, Windbag," she finally grumbles, giving herself a moment to settle in before she reaches into her bag to pick Aconite out, setting the dragonet on her shoulder before dropping the bag to the side of the chair. Aconite doesn't lift her head to peep around, but she curls into Shura's neck, letting out a soft sound. She's covered in green stuff, what few plants and herbs Shura managed to pick before the unfortunate encounter. Shura brushes most of it off, but doesn't fuss too much over the little bits sticking to her. A proper cleaning can come later, Shura's main goal is to get her to relax, stroking two fingers down her neck and spine on either side of her spines.