"WAKE UP!" Vega screamed at him, her voice high pitched and terrified. As she screeched, she also did what could only be described as battering him, hitting him hard and repeatedly. But she was hitting him with the flat of her hand and, when Arlo wasn't fast enough to awaken, she dived on top of him and rolled, the pair of them, off the bed with a resounding crash. Vega kept rolling him, trying to put out the flames and her face showed the fear she felt as the smell of smoke and burning flesh pervaded her nostrils. It was his flesh that she could smell, and her hair burning. She could smell them, and she could see the flames which licked up over him.
And then, were gone.
It had been not many breaks before that moment when they'd got married, fought some truly hideous beasts which had attacked the docks of Yaralon and Vega had pulled off some (if she did say so herself) rather impressive acrobatics. Having ridden one of those flying dog-dragon-flame-beasts, she'd been hit around a bit and her shoulder was a mass of vivid purple bruises. But evidently, she hadn't lost any of her strength as she'd been trying to hit out the flames which she'd seen. He'd have bruises to match tomorrow.
Now, though, her eyes widened as she realised that there were no flames, and Vega's hand flew to her mouth as she backpedalled from him as quickly as she could. "Chrien's knickers, Arlo, I'm sorry." Her gaze showed her confusion, a myriad of colours swirling in them, but turquoise and black were the main shades; flecks of silver, yellow and white faded in and out and her eyes were wide above her hand. She looked at him and tears sprang into her eyes, although none spilled. "You were on fire," she whispered, gesturing to the bed where they'd been sleeping. "I saw it, right clear with my own eyes, Arlo. I.. I smelled it too. Your skin, my hair, it were... " Shaking her head, Vega scrambled up, moving towards the door. "I've got to get out. I need air. I'm sorry, I'm righ' sorry."
Outside it was dark, and cold and Vega breathed in the cold air with a shuddering breath and frowned darkly. As he came out behind her and wrapped the blanket around her, she turned to Arlo and smiled, although the expression went nowhere near her eyes. "You were on fire. It's gettin' worse, innit?" She'd been thinking that she could smell burning, or that she'd seen smoke out of the corner of her eyes, on and off, for a while. But this was bigger than any of those.
"That's it," she said with a disparaging grin. "You've married me an' I'm goin' nuts. Typical man, that is." Motioning to him, she gave a slightly apologetic grin. "Sorry I was hittin' you." With a deep sigh, she pulled the blanket around herself and glared at him. "I hate feelin' weak, an' vulnerable an' stupid an' if you even look at me funny right now, or say the wrong thing, I'm gonna punch you into next Saun." She quite meant it, of course, as she rested her head against his shoulder. "What in the name of Ziell's skid marks are we gonna do, Arlo?"