Sacred Flames

Edy #nofilter "A destructionist, sure." Edy agreed, before turning to look at the fire. Without moving her hands this time, the flames waved and danced; the upper tongues curling as if to form the top of a heart. Looking at Isla with her dark brows raised, Edy licked one of her teeth for a moment. "Either I'm going blind, or nothing went bang. " In order to answer the doc's question, the teenager held out her previously wounded hand, wiggling her fingers and flexing her wrist easily. Yes Isla was good, but it should have still been tender at the very least; signs of the previous break might have even been apparent. But the skin looked as good as new, as if nothing had ever happened. "You sure it wasn't you? Something in that nasty stuff you made me drink? You know, for being such a good patient and all?" Tipping the healer a wink, Edy cackled. She'd been anything but a good patient (though for Edy, she had actually not been terrible). "Cool. So magical new powers, healed limbs, and torches left lit by random strangers. Awesome." Though for once, Edy didn't sound so sure.