[It likely isn't all the fish. If there are any left, it's only the ones near the surface that got fried. The bottom of the lake is freezing cold as always, and Rosso would know that if he'd venture into it and drown. He is, unfortunately, not willing to drown.
Adrian doesn't burn. Adrian is fine, he's not singed, he's not on fire, and Rosso can only exhale a relieved-sounding sigh. He scoots a bit closer through the dirt, accepting the finger-hold for now.]
It doesn't hurt you, does it? I— I used to run so hot that no one could touch me without blistering.
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Adrian doesn't burn. Adrian is fine, he's not singed, he's not on fire, and Rosso can only exhale a relieved-sounding sigh. He scoots a bit closer through the dirt, accepting the finger-hold for now.]
It doesn't hurt you, does it? I— I used to run so hot that no one could touch me without blistering.