"Ah." Claudius sighs, and continues to assess. "I suppose that makes some sense. If you thought you were at risk of bursting into flame and had no memories of what flame felt like, you'd want to know how it felt for other people in your path. I can see how that might send you into a state of some panic. And why you were so afraid of hurting me -- you had a fresh memory that was also a discovery, that it's possible to be hurt by fire." It follows, too, why he kept pressing his hand, reminding himself how it hurt so he wouldn't hurt Claudius. To know there was a reason not to come too close. "It won't help if it doesn't heal, though. We'll need to wash this clean before we can rebandage it."