“So we’ll get him back, we’ll find out, and then we’ll help him heal.” Her fingers wrap around what they can of his arm, full of warmth as she squeezes. “At least half the battle is because he’s trapped in that place. He doesn’t have what I had, a view of something better. When you’re in a place like that, it’s what keeps you down. You can’t imagine getting out, and you feel so hopeless…” Greg should know. Luce trails off, thinking.

“But I think we can help him. He’ll have you, after all, and so many other friends here. Besides…” She presses a finger to her cheek. “I think I could help him too, with my flames. They, ah…” A sheepish laugh. “They’re actually nice ones, if you’ll believe me.”