She took the blanket with a murmured thanks, understanding the intent behind the gesture, no explanations needed. Scott had never been as wary of her powers as the others; cautious, yes, but never afraid. He knew what it was to live without control, and she'd always appreciated his care immensely.

"I still have a bit of Jonathan's," she managed before her expression crumpled and it was all she could do not to completely break down. "He gave up, Scott!" she exclaimed, the memories tearing her from the pool of numbness she'd been drowning in. "He was fine, but after Ivy and Sam, he said he couldn't take it anymore. I tried to stop him, but he wouldn't let me close enough and--" She hadn't been able to stop him from killing himself. The knowledge was sinking in and she felt sick from it.

Suddenly the heat of the fire was too much like Jonathan's heat, the explosive energy he'd been able to generate and direct outward. The energy he'd let bottle up until he had burned. She stood and paced away from the flames, leaning against the far wall that was really only a short distance away.