Isabel started a fire in the hearth and sat down in it wrapping her arms around her legs.
She whispers “be careful Dyan, there are people hunting certified and… and I don’t know what I would do if they… if they got you”
the hearth seems to burn brighter and warmer for a moment before dying back down
“you too child, this world is not fit for you, or your companions I wish she would let me elevate you… but no it can’t be done”
Isabel cried and the fire burned brighter and warmer and the fire dried her tears and wrapped her in a warm blanket of flame and she fell asleep with the fire holding her the way a mother holds her child.