Jeannie looked the girl over very carefully. She still looked human, even with the information that had been imparted. But it was most worrying, and Jeannie could not keep her concern to herself.
Ignoring the snowman for the moment, her brow wrinkled with concern, she asked, “Would you like me to take it out? The thing that lives inside you?”
She was not entirely certain what that thing might be, but it was very strange that human could make fire like that. It could not be very good for her, could it? Either to have something living inside her, or to have parts of herself on fire. No, it was not healthy at all. Jeannie would have to help her.
“Do you know what kind of thing it is? Is it a demon? They are very tricky, you know, and they never keep their promises. I will help you, Liz Sherman.”