Cinder (Fire) Exceptional success
As Algy wrung out the soaked cloths meticulously, he listened to the conversation behind him. Livvy was disoriented and confused, predictably, but still had the presence of mind to ask after Brooke. The dragon glanced behind him, scanning the room and the living room just through the doorway, seeing the shift of a shadow. Brooke was still here, which was perhaps better for Livvy keeping calm.
The doctor handled it, speaking of moving Livvy to a more comfortable spot. It would no doubt do her good, but Algy refrained from stepping in even with his enhanced strength. It would not do to be obvious, and Livvy was light enough he did not think the doctor would have a problem with her. The man looked fit enough to shift around someone considerably bigger than the woman on the table.
Instead of getting involved, Algy picked up the wrung out cloths and considered them. Heat was best for the task of drying them, and sanitising, so he narrowed his focus on that eternal warmth inside his very being, extending it outwards just enough to warm the palms of his hands. He'd done something similar before, so it was just a matter of keeping it hot but stopping short of burning, like the hot rocks used for cooking in some parts of the world. Impervious as he was, the heat didn't bother him, even if the temperature of the kitchen increased to a comfortable toasty warmth, like a fireplace had been lit for some time.
The even heat dried the cloths quickly, evaporating any remaining water, the steam doing some of the work to kill anything bacterial they should be worried about. As each dried, Algy set it aside carefully folded as he entertained himself with busy work. He exhaled, a sliver of smoke escaping, spreading the scent of campfire and burning wood.
As Algy wrung out the soaked cloths meticulously, he listened to the conversation behind him. Livvy was disoriented and confused, predictably, but still had the presence of mind to ask after Brooke. The dragon glanced behind him, scanning the room and the living room just through the doorway, seeing the shift of a shadow. Brooke was still here, which was perhaps better for Livvy keeping calm.
The doctor handled it, speaking of moving Livvy to a more comfortable spot. It would no doubt do her good, but Algy refrained from stepping in even with his enhanced strength. It would not do to be obvious, and Livvy was light enough he did not think the doctor would have a problem with her. The man looked fit enough to shift around someone considerably bigger than the woman on the table.
Instead of getting involved, Algy picked up the wrung out cloths and considered them. Heat was best for the task of drying them, and sanitising, so he narrowed his focus on that eternal warmth inside his very being, extending it outwards just enough to warm the palms of his hands. He'd done something similar before, so it was just a matter of keeping it hot but stopping short of burning, like the hot rocks used for cooking in some parts of the world. Impervious as he was, the heat didn't bother him, even if the temperature of the kitchen increased to a comfortable toasty warmth, like a fireplace had been lit for some time.
The even heat dried the cloths quickly, evaporating any remaining water, the steam doing some of the work to kill anything bacterial they should be worried about. As each dried, Algy set it aside carefully folded as he entertained himself with busy work. He exhaled, a sliver of smoke escaping, spreading the scent of campfire and burning wood.