'D-Don't you go dismissing it as crude and simple just yet! There's a story behind it! 'Before I came to Rhodes Island, I moved back near my old home in Victoria for a spell. No one was really taking care of things there, and life was hard for the Infected. Back then, I was busy helping them fight for wages and medicine. I was also worried that my actions might cause my mum trouble. That's why I never went back to see her for years. 'I gave whatever medicine I could get my hands on to people who were sicker than I was. I felt like I could still walk around just fine, that I could hold out for a long time. But one day, without any warning, I just collapsed. My blood felt like it was boiling, my organs felt like porcelain about to crack from the heat... 'I'd imagined that, when I finally fell, I'd be unwilling to accept defeat, unable to let go of the workers I was helping. But when the moment actually came, and I was lying there alone in my shack... all I did was claw around for some scrap wood and carve a crude and tiny wooden lamp. I had no matches, so I lit it with a drop of my own blood, and then I just kept staring at it. 'I remembered how my mum used to light one of those lamps at the front door. Through all those years, we never moved, and she never stopped doing it. She said it was so when my dad finally came back, he could find his way home. Every time I went back home, that lamp was what stuck in my mind the most. And I was more surprised than anyone that, when I was about to die, that lamp was what I wanted to see most, more than anything. Somehow, though I failed to realize it at the time, staring at it eased my pain and dampened my symptoms... I was able to hold on until my companions found me. 'This lamp? No, this isn't that same broken old lamp—I made a new one. I'm no master craftsman, but you're not gonna turn up your nose at my creations, are you?' When Ning Yin first heard Blaze tell her that story, all she felt was fear at the thought of what Blaze had been through. Next, when she thought about how Blaze had come all this way in the middle of the New Years holiday to bring her that lamp, a gift of such special significance, she forced a smile and praised the gift. 'No, that's not why I'm telling you all this... ah, listen to me, stumbling over my words again!' Blaze let her actions speak instead, hanging the lamp in Ning Yin's tiny apartment. Then she began briskly setting out the food and drink she'd brought. The smell of warm food slowly brought Ning Yin back to herself. It had been far too long since her little apartment had felt this lively. The lamp's soft, hand-crafted glow chased away every trace of loneliness. 'It's not the lamp that matters,' Blaze said quietly, 'but what it reminds you of, right?'