Jack smiled as the girl cringed and worried about his burns. It was the usual response, and whilst he had had no intention of healing the burns he was always in the mood for a bit of show and tell.

"They're aren't too bad love." Using his other hand he pressed down hard on his burns. Sliding his hand up as if wiping his hand and arm he felt the familiar warmth rush into his hand and smiled as he felt the burns healed. Slowing down a little to make sure he had finished all of his work he removed his other hand and presented the now perfectly fine hand to the pair. "Burns really aren't that bad. Broken nose is a bitch, I can never get it perfectly straight again."

Suddenly Jack turned to Ronan. "Anyway, to answer your questions fella. I am out here because I have found no other groups. I'm sure there are groups of Outcasts marauding and hunting the Blades, like the story book heroes they want to be, but if I am honest I don't want any of that. Besides I could ask why you aren't running in a pack yourself? Never mind, I get to sit by your fire. I wouldn't want to intrude." Whilst Jack said this in a mocking way he was in fact very grateful they hadn't shoo'd him away like a rat. This was the first human contact he had had in a while and he was enjoying it.