Elise grinned impishly. Thinking of kissing? French are lovers and not fighters, non?
Acting as if the little touch of her wrist was accidental, Elise ignored it. But, a few moments later, she turned her hand over the back of it was resting on the table and the soft skin of her wrist was up and vulnerable.
"I did 'ear zhat you kept burning yourself," Elise whispered softly and compassionately. "Iz something wrong, chere?" Reaching over, she gently touched her fingertips to Sage's as if to soothe them.