Felicity watched, wide-eyed, as the scene unfolded before her. She couldn't believe this was happening.
Feng was the first to reach him, having long since begun moving.
For the first time since meeting the loud girl with a very rude mouth, Felicity felt something unfamiliar bloom in her chest: awe. Not fear, not envy, not resentment. Just pure, disbelieving awe.
The oriental teen moved with total fearlessness written all over her as the girl's slim frame charged toward Quinlan's outstretched arm with unwavering resolve. There was no hesitation in her body, no flinch in her step. Her eyes weren't wild with panic like Felicity's; they were clear. Focused.
She wasn't afraid of being burned.
She wasn't afraid at all.
Even as the heat from Quinlan's flames increased in their intensity, crackling and writhing like serpents in the air, Feng didn't slow her approach. Her hand reached for him.
To touch him.
To remind him.
That was all Feng could think to do.
