Alain takes a deep breath, and squeezes her hands. "Was it because of Rhea? Did she do something to make the fire pink?"

"Nay." No resistance at all, but her hands are cold in his and he knows he'll have to bring her out soon or risk worse. "She didn't. She wouldn't have. She wanted me to feel it. Charyou tree."

As she speaks, her voice shifts as Alain's heard before, becoming an eerie mimicry of the witch's horrible cackle. "Take this murdering bitch and cook her red-handed! Charyou tree!"