Azier took them to the top of the hill where the mansion had been mostly consumed, but ultimately had stopped burning. He had to keep Yrsula in his arms so that her feet didn't touch the hot floor that still had red-hot embers under the ash.
He on the other hand, could just fly - but really it felt better to step on the heated coals to burn away the wound that still lingered in his chest. It helped a little - but by no means did it kill the ache that was left in his heart from being told he was not loved in return.
No matter how bad-ass anyone was - that shit hurt.
"Are you...okay...?" Yrsula asked nervously.
"Perfectly, why do you ask?" He lied. One; it wasn't her business - and two; it wasn't her fucking business.
"Your feet are burning?" She replied with a tone that inflected a question of doubt.
