Zan felt a bit ill at ease as the mysterious flames approached him, mostly because they were completely different from his grandmother's blue coloured ability. He had no idea what this one would do but stayed deathly still as the hand approached his wound. Instant relief from the spikes of pain that jolted down through his body from the cut. Oh, so they could heal? He smiled and thanked the woman graciously.

That seemed like a very interesting thing to be able to do -- he was a bit jealous.

It turned out that Zan's suspicions about it all being a set up by Brenda Moreno were correct; however, he couldn't fault her for [i]eventually[/i] telling the truth, even if she had concealed it in the first place. "You just got told to take it easy and yet you want to fight more?" he asked Carlisle, trying his best not to sound accusing -- in reality it was fascinating, especially since he was still covered in blood and a lot of it his own.