He had to force himself to slow down, tracing the lines more carefully, finding the least-burnt hand to do so. "I have plenty of hands..." His shoulders slumped in relief. "Oh, stones, thank you." There were burns close, one nasty streak across a shoulder that came dangerously near Family but none of the precious lines were marred. He exhaled, shaking, and turned his attention to the girls. Careful, he reached for Pruna's shoulder to check her over.

"I am sorry, I did not get us out of there faster."