Hand, arm up to the elbow. He didn't want it. But he did because it was starting to burn like the blazes. He watched the relief spread over Elliott's face, unsure of what to make of it. He was glad at least the boy would remain somewhat sensible about the whole thing. Even if a little, it would be more than enough.

He groaned and tugged a hand through his hair as the state of the camera was pronounced.

"Oh for fuck's sake. You would think these could be made waterproof." He gave Elliott a beleaguered look, ignoring Fell's tugging for now. "Don't think you could heal that, could you?"