"I heard what had happened. You jumped into the burning pyre and it blew up. You're fucking mad, lass, leaping into the fire like that." The woman cackled in amusement. "Great magic happened there, stronger than anything else I've ever felt. When the fires started dying out, your crow brother walked out of the flames alive and well, with three flying lizards and you in his arms. Unharmed by fire, like gods! They even call you and your crow brother firewalkers now amongst the free folk." The old woman finished with a hint of reverence in her voice.