It wasn't immediate, but as Mathus checked around beneath the towels, he found Livvy's burns healing--the lighter burns disappeared completely while the more severe ones were reduced to what looked like a mild sunburn. As he offered silent words of praise to heaven, the woman on the table started to hum. It took him a moment to recognize the tune, and when he did, he cut out his own song.
She managed to whisper a few of the lyrics, and Mathus huffed. “I suppose she prefers her own music,” he joked to Algy, mildly amused as he changed out some of the towels for cooler, fresh ones. “Or my singing is just that bad.”
She managed to whisper a few of the lyrics, and Mathus huffed. “I suppose she prefers her own music,” he joked to Algy, mildly amused as he changed out some of the towels for cooler, fresh ones. “Or my singing is just that bad.”