"I can't fix it all," she says softly, hopefully an unneeded reminder. She'd like it if she could knit him back together with the press of her hands, but she isn't quite that strong.

Derrica chooses not to comment on the state of him. Yes, he looks a fright. But he was nearly incinerated. Who wouldn't look something of a mess afterwards?

"I can take the stitches out myself," she continues. "Would you mind if I took the blanket down?"

There are other questions she might ask. How he is feeling, and not just whether or not the burns pain him or the bandages are not well-secured. He had been alone in that room before she had arrived, with Marcus on her heels. That could not have been easy.