"That ridiculous brownie. With the blue frosting. I didn't eat it with you there, but I did later with Hailey. It," his wings twitched, just enough, "helped some. But I am afraid they might be beyond your abilities."
He paused, thinking back. "You said "To a fresh start". It had a pink wrapper. I had Hailey's drink in my other hand. Melisande, we need to get you out of her."
The words were soft, but insistent, and his hand was warm should she opt to take it. Like his daughter, Maira, his affinity was for flame. If she collapsed, so be it. They could bring her back unconscious. But this would be better. She might not have to wake up panicked this way. He didn't want to have to restrain her after what she had just been through.