Felicity's frightened gaze followed the Baronet as he moved to stand by the fire... and her gaze soon left him, flicking between two awful sights.<br/><br/>The first was the signet, which was hovering in the heart of the fire, the dark metal slowly growing pale as it heated, and seeming to suck into it the the orangey color of the surrounding flames.<br/><br/>But the other... the other was the pet elf that Brom soothed. The creature leaned eagerly up into his strangely gentle touch, nuzzling against his hand like an animal, an gazing into the fire - straight at the brand, hungrily, her body wriggling and wroming in her restraint almost lewdly as she watched it heat up.