Max isn't helping - he's stepping constantly as she bounces, nose dropped for sniffing, and basically just chuffling in circles near constantly.

Herc glances at them and shakes his head.

It takes less effort than he's like to admit to keep his expression steady, the drop of his gaze and clearing of his throat passable as the normal thing in conversation. "Glad to hear it. Once you're up and about I'll buy you a drink to celebrate."