I can hold them in my own. I just thought it would be more elegant to set it in your palm than to put it over your wound and have you slap it down into place.

[Setting her needle and thread aside in a clean, protected place a moment, she closes her eyes and shapes her fingers into a steeple. When she pulls them apart again, there is a small, firecoal-glowing ball of fire in her right hand, resting against the palm.]