Wind from below the cliff climbs the stone wall. Kairen, wearing a green robe with scorched cuffs, holds out thick leather gloves. The tips of his auburn curls are slightly singed, and sweat glistens below the bandage on his cheek.
Sut, on his arm, opens its mouth and lets out a short sneeze instead of a flame. Kairen is about to smile, then makes a small mark on the feeding chart. From beside the other two bowls, he moves only Sut's bowl to a slightly warmer spot.