[ A sense of loathing already began to drip through Adder's veins, setting his teeth on edge because control needed to be easier to latch onto, especially after so many centuries of efforts. How could he ever struggle? Then again, Ros tended to weasel underneath his skin and make the impossible possible. There were just so many strong emotions and they apparently burned too brightly. It pained him and he never wanted to bring any kind of harm to Ros. His kind of fire being the very origin of the universe just as his brother had the water and his sister with the air. They pieced it all together and the power behind it all kept things turning but could also end it just the same.

His fire more of an ending than a beginning like with his siblings but the paste stopped the process at least. Nothing worse would happen to Ros besides the scarring. He couldn't do anything to stop it from happening.

It pained him too.

Letting out a pained noise of his own, Adder tried to stroke Ros' hair after he set down the container. ]

I'm so sorry, pet, trying to stop the fire is not an easy process. [ He explained, leaning in to kiss Ros a few times. ] You're going to need food, water and rest while you heal. You won't lose your arms now, at least. [ Only sort of a joke. ]

Can you walk?