"RIZA!" He doesn't realize he's barked her name until the pain of the roared word rips at his throat. He doesn't remember leaping forward, the transmutation circle on his glove sparking alight again when he pulls the oxygen away from her back, snuffing the flames.
He will always remember her weight, heavy in his arms, the bitter-slick taste of burnt flesh on his lips. Carefully he shrugs out of his coat and spreads it over the bed before setting her down on it, not trusting anything he didn't bring into this room to be clean.
He should ask, before tending her wounds. She might not want him touching her again. She... wouldn't be wrong to ask it.
At this point, he isn't hoping for forgiveness, so a few more transgressions will hardly damn him further. He opens his pack and dives for the burn kit he made up, scrambling for the salve. He didn't burn everything, of course - that much skin burned at once would be difficult to survive, never mind heal. No one, however, will be able to make sense of these notes again.
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He will always remember her weight, heavy in his arms, the bitter-slick taste of burnt flesh on his lips. Carefully he shrugs out of his coat and spreads it over the bed before setting her down on it, not trusting anything he didn't bring into this room to be clean.
He should ask, before tending her wounds. She might not want him touching her again. She... wouldn't be wrong to ask it.
At this point, he isn't hoping for forgiveness, so a few more transgressions will hardly damn him further. He opens his pack and dives for the burn kit he made up, scrambling for the salve. He didn't burn everything, of course - that much skin burned at once would be difficult to survive, never mind heal. No one, however, will be able to make sense of these notes again.