"Sir Tommin's son did this to you?" Ashlynn said as she drew closer to the bearish vampire, carefully inspecting his singed fur and burned flesh. Painful-looking blisters marred his skin in several places, and in others, it had turned completely black.
A vampire's regenerative powers were among the most impressive in the world, but there were limits to everything, and fire was one of the most lethal weapons against the progeny of any vampire. Even Nyrielle retreated before intense flames if they contained even the slightest trace of magical power, and her progeny were always careful about their exposure to the hottest of natural flames.
After a minute of careful examination, Ashlynn sighed in visible relief as she found no signs of anything resembling 'holy flames.' Whatever Sir Tommin's son had done, he lacked his father's deep well of faith, and there was no sign that the flames had been anything other than ordinary, which would make healing them considerably easier.
