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"Good. Let them come. I'm not supposed to exist, right? Then let me die and find your wife." Saoirse immediately called back. "I already told you, I have nothing left to live for." Her voice was a-matter-of-factly, yet sincere, something that could easily be found irritating. 

After another long period of silence, Saoirse made her way to the bathroom and got a first aid kit and returned to Dorian, kneeling in front of him. "Don't move." She said, her voice was surprisingly stern and sharp like a blade, as she opened up the kit and pulled out a tube of burn ointment. She dabbed some on the tips of her fingers, then gently rubbed the ointment into his burns. "You aren't dead." Was the only thing she said as she treated his wounds.

Her touch was soft and gentle, practically nonexistent, making the treatment much more soothing than painful. The ointment quickly took effect, curing the minor burns in a matter of moments; she covered up the larger burns with a bandaid. "It'd be a shame for such a pretty face to have a scar, right?" She finally said.

Saoirse then went to her closet and searched through an array of shirts, before finally finding a plain black T-shirt and a dark, long sleeved, flannel outer layer and threw it at him, draping over his face. They were much too large for her, however, for Dorian, they would fit like a glove. "Sorry that it isn't as extravagent as your usual choice of clothes, but this is the only clothes I could find that would fit you." She said. "You can change in here if you'd like." She then returned to the bathroom with the first aid kit, giving him some privacy while he changed.