Chris winces in sympathy, eyes tracing over the scars briefly. "My condolences. Got overwhelmed by a creature made of fire once, it's not a thing to wish on another and I imagine wax lingers."

There wouldn't have been much he could have done for it normally as it was, but if he'd had his magic available to him and been there at the time, he might've been able to heal it. What happened the next time there was an injury? What if someone teetered on the edge of death and his was the only hand with the talent to prevent it but then couldn't? A ponderance for later.

"If you weren't to be interfering with them, how'd you make a wax man so mad at you?"