Muttering in vaguely distressed and very confused Greek, the little demi goddess is convinced she can do little for the burn that isn't a burn any longer. The most the water child can do is slide a cooling hand over the sigil. She doesn't like that it's still putting off heat, or the fact that it's still glowing.

It's difficult to say what distresses her more. She looks down at him, a vertical line furrowed between her brows. "Think you can stand, koi?" She held out her hand to aid him. It might have looked laughable, but he knew the truth of how strong she really was.

As far as things went to breakup the moment? This one took the cake. By a long way.