As she continued speaking, her reference to the magic had the dragon arching an eyebrow, an amused curl to his lips as her expression shifted into a serious one. Algy couldn't help the low chuckle as she finished, shaking his head. Ah, the naiveté of youth. Her knowledge–or lack thereof–of magic had been a minor concern in the face of her injuries.
“We weren't worried,” he shared, patting her shoulder gently. “Even if you weren't, ah, 'fine with it,' such things sort themselves out. Do you want a glass of water?”
Algy left the vaguely ominous statement hanging as he switched to offering Livvy something to drink. He meant nothing by it, truly, as such things usually resolved on its own. The more influential voices might need a well-placed bribe or a subtle PR campaign, but that wasn't a concern for them today. Or ever, for Algy. He'd left such work behind when he retired. She didn't need elaboration, and it was all rather boring when it came to the bottom line.