"Something with his body. Something with his mutations. They're-- more," she said a bit helplessly, frowning. "I've done what I can, but it's-- it's not something I can fix."

She could ease symptoms but she couldn't get to the problem. Even if she was as good as Zoya, she couldn't have done that.

She sighed and leaned back in her chair a little, looking down at her nails. "Dreams about the pyre," she murmured. "About the bodies in Fjerda. But I could feel the fire."