Algy was focused on his task, whistling quietly to himself, but he had an ear out for the others in the living room. He heard the murmurs of conversation, the lighter voices of Brooke and Livvy, before footsteps moved back towards the kitchen. He continued his work, whistling trailing off to fade out as he glanced over his shoulder. He offered them a crooked smile, but didn't linger, instead returning his attention to the last of his work.
Now quiet, he dried off the last of the cloths they'd used and folded it neatly. All of them were, piled up by his elbow as he'd systematically gone through them. He pulled back his heat, and the magic that allowed it, letting his palms cool. The whole of him would still be hot to the touch, but not burning.
As the doctor prompted Brooke, Algy placed the last on top of the pile and pushed it aside, leaving it on the counter. He didn't search around for where they belonged, leaving that to the host rather than rudely poke around. He stepped away from the sink and passed them to join Livvy in the living room, pretending not to hear Brooke's answer. Although, he couldn't help filing it away as an interesting tidbit to know. It explained much of the aftermath of the fight to him.
Stepping softly into the living room, he crossed to the couch and gently touched Livvy on the shoulder, gently enough that it would not wake her if she was sleeping. “Alright, Livvy?” he checked in, voice quiet and, again, easy to ignore if she was that out of it.
Now quiet, he dried off the last of the cloths they'd used and folded it neatly. All of them were, piled up by his elbow as he'd systematically gone through them. He pulled back his heat, and the magic that allowed it, letting his palms cool. The whole of him would still be hot to the touch, but not burning.
As the doctor prompted Brooke, Algy placed the last on top of the pile and pushed it aside, leaving it on the counter. He didn't search around for where they belonged, leaving that to the host rather than rudely poke around. He stepped away from the sink and passed them to join Livvy in the living room, pretending not to hear Brooke's answer. Although, he couldn't help filing it away as an interesting tidbit to know. It explained much of the aftermath of the fight to him.
Stepping softly into the living room, he crossed to the couch and gently touched Livvy on the shoulder, gently enough that it would not wake her if she was sleeping. “Alright, Livvy?” he checked in, voice quiet and, again, easy to ignore if she was that out of it.