It wasn't the worst she had seen, but then fire was her element. She had caused worse than this. Her fingers traced lightly just above his palms, not actually touching, almost as if she were examining it. It wouldn't be much work, which was good.
"They'll feel numb for a bit," she said, "but that's better than if they didn't. Just close your eyes." She remembered healing VigdĂs after the werewolf had attacked her. It was only because the girl was mute that she hadn't screamed. She placed her hands over his, palm to palm, and concentrated first on numbing the pain. That was the easy part, a novice could do that. For the next bit, she had to draw deeper, reaching into her own source. Not very deep, but enough that she had to close her eyes and focus. She visualized burns fading away and the damage beneath repairing itself, leaving healthy, undamaged hands in their wake.
Then she opened her eyes and pulled her hands back, calmly picking up her tea.