She's very small. As far as he can tell, she's a child, though that could be from magic. She's spilled salt all over herself and the floor, and most of the pans have fallen on her. On any parts of her body that the iron pans have touched, 1st degree burns have formed.

Drake moves the iron away from her then treats the burns. He tries to be gentle as he treats her but it isn't easy with his exhaustion.

Thankfully the burns haven't had time to get serious. They definitely hurt, but they won't have any lasting effect. Though the pans are stone-cold, to her skin they're acting like they were over a lit stove.

Drake frowns knowing he would have to do some research in the morning. Until then all he could do was try to help the changling.

She just lays there, trying to slow her breathing to a normal pace.

Drake does what he can to help her, "Are you thirsty?"

"No." She mumbles weakly.

Drake worries, "Do you need anything?" He quickly finishes treating her, "Also you don't have to sleep in such a dangerous area, you can sleep on the couch if you want."

"Still can't move." She mutters. "Salt."

"You want salt," Drake asks, "or do you need me to try to get more of it away from you?"