“How could you not notice? You are burning to the touch!” Whirlwind exclaimed. Handy looked down at his clothes. They were a ruin. Apart from all the wear and tear of the past few days, they were indeed singed and burned in places, with holes appearing in his tunic and pants. His cloak seemed to be the only thing that escaped most of the burning but was still singed around his neck. Handy, very briefly, felt very self aware and the rising apprehension and fear of fire rose up within him again before his reason took over and he put two and two together.