"Jo, Jo!" George was uninjured, not that he'd have stopped even if he was. She was still strong, but her blows were wild and unfocused. "It's me, it's George! It's okay, it's all right."
The burns were bizarre. They were spreading up her legs like they were alive, flesh cracking and cooking before George's eyes, but without any fire to be seen. There wasn't even the smell of burning meat.