"I'd really rather have the best chance of survival, plus the wounds are away from my stomach and chest, so less chance of more severe injury. Just do your best to not make me extra crispy. I'd be a lot less helpful if I were dead." She said gritting her teeth. She knew what she was asking for was crazy, but it was better than being dead. "I believe in you. and the flame doesn't have to be that small, just as small as you are confident in controlling, and guide the flame to the cuts." She breathed slowly, and deeply. "I'm ready if you are."