Another small stream of smoke escaped through his nostrils on a quiet exhale, mixing with the steam and disappearing, but the soft laugh had the dragon glancing over his shoulder. He spotted the doctor looking his way, ducking his head on a low chuckle himself. He lifted his head to offer the doc a crooked smile, before he turned back to his work.
He listened to the doctor lift and carry Livvy out, pressing another cloth between his hot palms and watching the steam twist upwards. Quietly he began whistling, a cheerful tune from some foreign film he'd seen years ago, mostly by accident.