"They come out easy. I have to have a lot," he explained, a little distracted as he picked a bit of gravel out of the burn, wince by wince. He prodded at one tooth with a tongue as he spoke, on the side of his face he'd hit against a wall trying to run half-blind away from the fire. It came free, sure enough, as if to prove his point. He spat it into his hand, small and translucent.

"Yours don't?"