She chuckles again. Daia trusts so easily, which worries her a bit, but it’s nice to see such innocence and faith every once in a while.

Especially since she had long lost hers.

“That’s just one of the things I can do. As I said, fire is sort of my thing. I can control even the temperature of it, how fast it spreads, everything.”

Or she could have kept him from feeling the burn, but she wouldn’t do that. She wasn’t fond of hurting people for no reason.