Moonspear Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May

A little was enough for Aesop, who believed in this case that less was more. He didn't want have Dash drink more and risk him bringing it right back up again. So long as he could keep a little water down, that was enough. Certainly better than nothing. 

Not one to be daunted by a little hill and a bit of weight, Aesop unceremoniously bent and clumsily hefted Dash over his shoulders. Up ya get, he wheezed, still acclimating to the sudden weight.