[ Oh, that's interesting, and Clive lets it happen to watch the red turn a healthier jolly green. It's almost as if Garuda's been mixed in, but there's no sense of wind in it. It's still just the Phoenix's flame, full of life. Huh. ]

It worries me. There is a curse that strikes those that strain themselves too much with magic, so if magic here is the same. If I am the same...

[ Petrification should already be starting on him, but as he finally snuffs the flames and checks his hand... it's healthy. Alive.

It's not possible. In any sense. ]