[Natsuno's skin is hotter than any fever can justify, like touching a baking tray still warm from the oven. He no longer has to suffer the terrible cycles of bursting and healing, bursting and healing blisters, but his face and hands are peeling like after a bad sun burn. Veins pulsate in heat, glowing and dimming.]

Magic. Speaking's hard, so. Let me finish first.

[He has no intention of hiding anything, but he has to pause between each clipped sentence and he'd like Rita to at least wait with questions (and angry yells) until he's done.]

Ebalon left stuff behind. Glowing vial. Clarke was gonna... use it on herself. Wouldn't budge. So I used it, to get rid of it.

[He looks up at Rita tiredly. That's the story, let him have it.]