Her chest felt so tight and the ground spun beneath her. Despite wanting to remain strong, she held firm to Jon to help her back towards her house. Steps would be difficult on her own and climbing up to her room seemed a near impossible feat. "I'm not badly burned?" The idea of it frightened her, being turned near to char again as her father had done. She looked down at her arms, seeing signs of redness, but they were indistinguishable to her hazy vision.

"Was it the storm of the Observers?" Or gods, but there had been no other signs of them before.