what we don't understand [maeve + sabine]

Ever since the fire healed me, it's been treating me differently. At first, just seeing it nearby made me anxious. I would think about how deadly it can be and Momma's anger. I thought about the monster I met on the island and how her dagger- whatever it was- dug into my chest. Then the way the sparks flew out from nowhere to scare us both. But it recognized I was hurt, both then and on the beach. It reached out to me like a mother would and it healed my scrape within seconds. I couldn't heal others yet, but maybe… Maybe I can.

I think a part of me has always wanted to be a healer ever since Elena helped me heal Rory. It was scary, but all I could think about was helping him as quickly as possible. The way she had been so calm and walked me through every step… it makes me hope that I can be as good as her some day. She thinks I can, but I don't know. I've never been really confident in myself.

It's clear now though that there's no way for me to get rid of the fire. It's a part of me and it calls to me. If anything, it speaks louder now and makes my head hurt a little. It's almost as if it knows I've been trying to deny it for so long and now it wants me to finally face it. Finally accept it as a part of myself. Momma doesn't know yet. I don't know when I'll tell her (if I ever do). I guess she'll have to find out eventually.

I had cut my leg on purpose. There isn't much blood, but I can see some starting to pool by the opening. With a bit of tinder, I had made a small fire in front of me. It seems to be easier to borrow from an already existing flame. I can feel myself trembling as I lean closer and stretch my leg out towards the fire. The heat doesn't bother me and my skin doesn't burn. Instead, the fire reaches out and almost caresses my skin. Then, the cut is gone. There is no sharp pain anymore either. It's as if the fire took it all away.

I blink and stay still. I'm not sure I really understand all this yet. How can fire be deadly but also healing? It's something I ask myself because I'm alone and I'm not sure if anyone would have the answer anyway.

But then I hear a twig snap. "Hello?" I call out. I guess I'm not alone after all.