The fire breath abated, and Handy opened his eyes which had been screwed shut. He saw the worn, red velvet interior of his hood and the grass and clay of the ground beneath him. He didn’t feel like he was on fire, but it was certainly a lot warmer and he smelled of smoke. He lifted his hood up and realized his hand was pressing down on something. He lifted himself up and pulled his cloak away to reveal the terrified face of the young griffon he had just pulled out of the way of an inferno looking up at him. He had been pressing her head to the ground to keep her out of the line of fire.