Marco wasn't getting it, but it was her own fault. Too traumatized to realize that she was okay. Those flames had always fascinated her with the way they never burned her or anything else.

"Sshhh...I'm not going anywhere." Her arms went about his neck as she pulled herself into his lap. "Espio really outdid himself with this project." Grell kept close to him, stroking his hair soothingly, as well as the back of his neck. "I'm fine, Marco."