[She almost sort of doesn’t want to believe that this is happening but the smell of smoke sifts up through the common room, woody and bitter when she breathes in. By the time Diana has opened her eyes again, a small cluster of flames is gathered near the center of the bowl and the heat licks at her cheeks, amplifying her (pleased) blush.] Thank you?
[Obviously, she’s a little distracted right now. Her eyes meet Faye’s first, and then she looks across the room to where Nessa has settled herself, but her gaze always comes back to the bowl full of fire. For a moment it seems to falter, the yellow glow dimming just slightly as her focus shifts.]
We’d be in danger if it weren’t. [This room is maybe a bit too full of flammable stuff and right now Diana is trying to not look directly at any of it, since who knows what else she could combust with her brain.]
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[Obviously, she’s a little distracted right now. Her eyes meet Faye’s first, and then she looks across the room to where Nessa has settled herself, but her gaze always comes back to the bowl full of fire. For a moment it seems to falter, the yellow glow dimming just slightly as her focus shifts.]
We’d be in danger if it weren’t. [This room is maybe a bit too full of flammable stuff and right now Diana is trying to not look directly at any of it, since who knows what else she could combust with her brain.]