Jo swallowed thickly and laced their fingers together, gripping his hand tighter. Distantly she was grateful that George didn't seem too bothered that the hand he was holding was covered in raw burns. Through it all, the extra slick of irritation didn't seem that bad. What was one candle in the sunlight?
"It didn't feel that way," she admitted, eyes still tracking the slow progress of searing burns up her stomach. Through the buffer of painkiller the pain felt like being slowly swallowed, inexorably engulfed into the flames of Hell she had once so feared. That old fear was coming through on her face now, even as she spoke. "I was so scared. When I said His name... I wasn't proclaiming faith or showing off. I was begging for help."