“We can always used more nails. I’ll teach you how we fold the metal, how we shape the nails, and how we test their strength.”

She pulls on his hand again, leading him close to another heat source. It’s odd, now that he knows he’s fireproof, to think about how his sense of warm and cold may be different.

Drelasa places something in his open hand.

“Do as I do, focusing on the piece of metal in your hand. The understanding should come through the dream.” She begins to hum, and, with only a little bit of difficulty, Jon should be able to match her pitches. The instruments integrated into his body produce a peculiar sensation that aren’t easily put into words as they channel air to create harmonics.