When he spoke at last, his voice sounded as if it had been dragged over gravel. “How serious is it, then, Goddess?” She felt dizzy. “How serious—?” “My burn.” “It will heal.” She touched it again, lightly; saw the color darken around his pupils. “But…how odd for a spill of candle wax that it should be in the shape of a hand. Look, here is the palm, and here the fingers—”
