After showing her to Brooke, Mathus crouched and settled Livvy on the couch. The woman sank in a bit, and as she got comfortable, Mathus carefully adjusted her clothing so she could stay decent. Then, straightening, he shook a blanket out so she could cover herself if she liked. Although he judged she was quite nauseous, she didn't seem to be in danger according to his practiced senses, so leaving her alone for a moment seemed fine.
As she complimented his doctoring, he huffed another laugh, and simply shook his head. Brooke, to his relief, seemed amenable to his help now, and he nodded. Patting Livvy's leg, he smiled. “I will be right back to check on you.” And then to Brooke, he nodded back to the kitchen.
At first, he'd considered seeing her there in the living room, but thought she might prefer some privacy. He still wasn't certain about Livvy's level of knowledge, and he had some pointed questions to ask.
Returning to the steamy kitchen where Algy worked at the sink, he simply gestured to one of the kitchen chairs as his eyes skimmed over Brooke's exposed skin and the angry, peeling patches. She looked partially healed already, even since the last time he'd looked at her a few minutes before. She still spoke strangely, but she didn't move like she was wounded.
Looking up to meet her eyes, the werewolf wore a knowing smile as he asked quietly, “And so, what manner of magic is this?” He didn't know quite what he was looking at but he knew it was something supernatural. Brooke did not smell like animal, though, so he was left to conclude it was something else. Once he knew that, he would know better how to proceed.
As she complimented his doctoring, he huffed another laugh, and simply shook his head. Brooke, to his relief, seemed amenable to his help now, and he nodded. Patting Livvy's leg, he smiled. “I will be right back to check on you.” And then to Brooke, he nodded back to the kitchen.
At first, he'd considered seeing her there in the living room, but thought she might prefer some privacy. He still wasn't certain about Livvy's level of knowledge, and he had some pointed questions to ask.
Returning to the steamy kitchen where Algy worked at the sink, he simply gestured to one of the kitchen chairs as his eyes skimmed over Brooke's exposed skin and the angry, peeling patches. She looked partially healed already, even since the last time he'd looked at her a few minutes before. She still spoke strangely, but she didn't move like she was wounded.
Looking up to meet her eyes, the werewolf wore a knowing smile as he asked quietly, “And so, what manner of magic is this?” He didn't know quite what he was looking at but he knew it was something supernatural. Brooke did not smell like animal, though, so he was left to conclude it was something else. Once he knew that, he would know better how to proceed.