[ Oh, you are in trouble, mister. Ember smacks the back of his hand with a strip of metal, heated so it stings a little. ]

That was for your rust problem, not for throwing. If you do that again I'll hold you down and scrub it all off myself.

[ She looks up to the bird, nodding back to him. ]

I take it you're his guardian, then, the same way the crab boy is for the hearth?