Devin jumped back at the sharp pain in his arms. When he had recovered, he walked over and examined Chryssie's burns. "You know... I could heal those for you if you wanted me to." He said plainly more as a statement than an offer. He then placed his hands over her burns. One by one they began to disappear. he then healed his own burns and walked over to the table. He sniffed the air and his eyes widened. "I think your bread is burning." He said in an alarmed tone. reaching for some oven mitts, he walked casually over to the oven and removed the bread. Setting it on her stove top, he smiled as he began to set the table. "Ironically this reminds me of my mother's cooking when I was young." he said, a tinge of sadness in his voice. This sadness was quickly replaced with a smile and the words, "Shall I prepare the table?"<br/><br/>Then a stray thought occurred to him and he decided to ask his hostess what was on his mind. "Do you live with anyone? I would hate to intrude on an entire family simply to repay my debt to one so beautiful as yourself. Don't worry, you won't have to support me for long. I fully intend on finding a job here and paying you for the trouble you've gone to."