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It looks like a glove. Used in some sport, you think. Maybe the young Flame is a fan.

Then again, the way he's staring at it so intently suggests there's more to it than that. He keeps holding up individual fingers, and then glancing at his hand. As though he's trying to figure something out.

"I'm all right," he says suddenly. "I know it's late, but it's not insomnia. I'm just thinking. Feel free to get on with your rounds."

He doesn't even look at you. But he must have realized someone was nearby. Strange that it took him two whole minutes to say anything, though.

You wonder if you should approach him, or just leave him and let him believe you're a member of the staff. He's not an adult yet - and he wasn't the only one in the accident. Perhaps you can ask one of the other Flames.

But then he turns the glove around in his hands, and you get a good look at the palm. And based on what you see, you think you'd best speak to him after all.