Chryssie started to laugh and shake her head. Though the laugh suddenly turned into a strangled gasp as the pain from the burns faded away. Even the red marks that usually indicated a burn were gone. She was so shocked by what she had just witness, she didn't even panic about the burning bread. At the question, she shook her head to try and clear it as she went back to the stove. "You already are so I don't see any reason to stop you." Mixing the noodles and the sauce, she was careful to only put enough water from the noodles into the sauce to make it a little runny. Her family always thought her a bit odd that she didn't like a thick sauce and she wasn't about to change.<br/><br/>Turning off the stove, she picked up one of the oven mitts and slapped it on the table before setting down the pot of sauce and noodles. "My brother sometimes. He isn't here right now like I said earlier. Besides,  my parents only send him over here when he gets to be too much of a handful. You can take his room." The unspoken thought was that since he more or less already broke in and she couldn't seem to get rid of him, might as well stay. The other unspoken thing, not even to herself, she really couldn't send anyone away who needed some kind of help.<br/><br/>Sitting down in a chair, she rubbed her arm where the burns had been. "How...How did you do that? How did you heal the burns?"