Between the armor cloak and the low temperature and politeness of the fire, Isabella is only overwarm, not burned. She picks up the lighter, holds it open with gold flame still burning.

She sits in the fire, hood up, cloak around her, teeth gritted. If she gets out of this she is taking a rose pin and who cares if it's redundant or stupid to be a knight and a queen, have a pin and a scepter, Jamie, Jamie -