Mathus could hear Brooke in another room, hearing the snatches of words, but nothing distinct. That was fine--he was just satisfied to know that she hadn't left before he could look at her. As he and Algy changed out towels, they needed fewer and fewer of them as they discovered healed stretches of skin.
Satisfied with the healing as well, he laughed softly at Algy's comment, and then dipped his head to his compliment. “I take no credit,” he replied demurely, which might've sounded esoteric if his house wasn't decorated to the gills with his faith. One could make the connection.
And, it seemed Mathus would not be taking credit for Livvy's sudden bout of consciousness either. Leaning over the table with a towel in hand, the werewolf pulled back in time to stop them from knocking their heads together, and fixed her with a mildly surprised look.
“Quite well, madame,” he said, watching her carefully and listening to the rush of her heartbeat. It seemed steady. “Lie back down, please. How are you feeling?”
Satisfied with the healing as well, he laughed softly at Algy's comment, and then dipped his head to his compliment. “I take no credit,” he replied demurely, which might've sounded esoteric if his house wasn't decorated to the gills with his faith. One could make the connection.
And, it seemed Mathus would not be taking credit for Livvy's sudden bout of consciousness either. Leaning over the table with a towel in hand, the werewolf pulled back in time to stop them from knocking their heads together, and fixed her with a mildly surprised look.
“Quite well, madame,” he said, watching her carefully and listening to the rush of her heartbeat. It seemed steady. “Lie back down, please. How are you feeling?”