Lio looks startled at what he sees on Galo's face. That sort of genuine concern, from someone outside his people, it's enough to freeze him in his tracks and have him relaxing back a bit on the bed. All right. He'll just... sit here for a while longer. Standing can wait.

But that doesn't mean he won't purse his lips into what he intends as a serious frown but is probably closer to a pout as he's scolded. "Right, right. Healer's rules. I get it." A pause and he adds, "I'm listening." He's just grumpy about it.

He perks up at the mention of meat -- he's a dragon; he's meant to hunt -- but lifts his shoulders in a shrug. "Meat, I guess. But I've never had the luxury of being picky."