Jag woke up in a start, shouting and sitting up as he did. He could still feel the burn of the flames, and the first thing he did was, instinctively, reach for his fire and have it spring out of his hands, breathing a little easier when it burst forth, and even more when he put it out as easily as clenching his fists.

Only then did he realise he was on a bed in a room he didn't know, but with someone he did know. "Val!"