Gilded Bay always had high, high hopes

The red figure touches him; if he had more energy, he'd flinch, expecting heat in his dazed state — but he doesn't move, and the heat doesn't come. Instead the sensation of being gently cleaned reaches him, and he relaxes involuntarily. Whatever the flame-touched silhouette is, it's not hurting him, and with this knowledge he slips back into unconsciousness. It will be awhile before he wakes, but his pulse is steady.