Re: [Webster's: Cris, Daniel & Sam]
Daniel's reaction was grim wonder, as if Cris had manifested death in his hand, and death was a starfield the size of a coin. His eyes, human-rimmed with parchment and darkly intense, were unblinking. He was thinking things about mortality that two people who had lived only one life could not think. He did not smile the way Sam smiled, and shifted his gaze only when Cris spoke. Daniel's eyes flexed, bringing Cris back into focus. "It is dangerous but not excessively so. She would burn, yes, and it would hurt, but then you would touch her once more, and she would... eventually heal."
Daniel flexed his shoulders. "It is only instant death than, and the death that comes over times. Minutes you live at Cris' touch are minutes from your mortality. She may live forever at fifty, perhaps, rather than..." Daniel spread four fingers and indicated a slice in the air that took Sam from top to toe. He shrugged. "That is not so terrible a thing. A few aches and pains are nothing, surely." Says he whose joints never creaked.
He looked into Cris' eyes with worry. "Guard this secret well. You are a valuable creature to any who hunt our kind."