[ She stares at the fire in his hands, not once looking away. Although she's watched Inferni summon flame with a flick of their own matches, seeing it effortlessly done is still so new. Now that she knows she can do it, she studies the subtle movements of his hand, the way he shifts or doesn't shift, the way his muscles move to support him.

She smiles, either at him calling her "nice" (so many would laugh) or him asking if she's okay. That's not a question she's often on the receiving end of. ]

I am.

[ Despite the uncertainty that lingers (she's still untangling years' worth of education from the mere weeks she's spent with Juris), Zoya feels… good. Like she's on the path she needs to be. There's direction now, one that won't see her fumble too much. ]

You'll need to teach me that, preferably with pants on. I burnt myself the last time, and I'm not fond of it happening again.

[ That Zoya Confidence™ always makes a comeback. ]