[ As instinctual as her fire control is, there's much more to it than just willing the flames to move. To put them out, she has to move them to an area where the rising smoke would smother out the heat. She could siphon part of the released energy for her own self, but there's far too much to hold and she has to let it go.
It is only when she's finished putting it out that she pays more attention to her surroundings. She looks at Molly, then at the fleeing man, and back at him again; her smile slight and apologetic. ]
Thank you. You're quite right about that...
[ She doesn't know if that crossbow would've killed her. Demons are hardier than most, but it would certainly be inconvenient. ]
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It is only when she's finished putting it out that she pays more attention to her surroundings. She looks at Molly, then at the fleeing man, and back at him again; her smile slight and apologetic. ]
Thank you. You're quite right about that...
[ She doesn't know if that crossbow would've killed her. Demons are hardier than most, but it would certainly be inconvenient. ]