[Unfortunately for Silco, it is exactly as painful to look at as it must be feeling. Enough to make Richard move on the bed. He tosses his shaky legs over the edge and stops to hesitate for a quick moment. It did feel weird for him to get up and go after Silco in his current state, without having any fabric to protect him, despite what they had just gone through together. Richard had dared Silco to look at him just a few moments ago, making the man accomplice in his secret. But now that boldness was gone and what was left was uncertainty and loathing for his own appearance.

However, his eyes do land on the blanket that he had offered the man earlier lying on the floor near the fireplace. Pushing past any fatigue or weariness, Richard quickly slid off the bed and made his way to pick up the said blanket, pull it over himself to cover his frame.]

Allow me. [He said, moving next to Silco and place one hand on top of his forearm.] You can't add too many nor too few. Otherwise the fire will not be able to hold its form. You'll have to know how to read the flames. [And with that he adds one more log amongs the red flames, setting it on the side rather than piling it on top of the rest of the wood.]