fine in the fire

VAI The huntress The sight of Deimos perhaps should have been a harrowing one, scarred and marked as he was by his past, but Vervain had fallen wildly in love with a man whose torso looked similar enough. Indeed, a warm smile flickered across her face at first, before she schooled it under control. "You remind me of my husband. Your body tells quite a story, doesn't it?" she murmured, drawing closer to examine the burn along his shoulder. "A flinthopper?" she echoed, thinking of the tiny creatures, before remembering the news of the woods on fire. "Oh, the one from the Woodlands? You were there? That... thank you. For helping to stop the fire spreading." Smiling, she held up hands that, with a small nudge of willpower, began to softly glow. "This shouldn't take a moment," she said, her fingers hovering over the burn so she could try to soothe it into something less angry.