He nods and stands back up, but lets his hand brush against hers in an offer to hold it. Then he walks forward slowly, cautiously, ready to grab her and run again if anything, anything unexpected happens. But nothing does, and the star just looks like a small, glowing rock.

Eventually, they draw near enough that he crouches down next to the star; glancing back up at her, he reaches for the star. No sooner do his fingers brush against it, however, than he yelps and hisses in pain, quickly drawing them back and instinctively popping them into his mouth.

After soothing his fingers for a moment, he releases them, glancing down at his hand to survey the damage. To Amber, he clarifies:

"It's really hot. Don't touch it with your bare hands, okay?"