"I wish I hadn—" Penelope cut herself off before she could finish that sentence, and she shook her head, tossing her silver hair from the motion. "No. I suppose you're right. There are things that I can do, and I ought to do. If I hadn't been able to control my fire – if you hadn't forced me to learn how – I wouldn't have been able to give Vagrin the push that he needed to continue living."
The little man was determined to cling to life. It was a primitive procedure that Penelope had done for him, and she'd said as much, but it was all she could think to do. She continually warned them that she was no medical expert, and only knew the most basic of basics, but that happened to be more than most of them could do, and with her flames, she was rather adept at the role.
