[Training] fire and ice

Aurelia

A more humbled countenance surfaces at his apology, her harder expression softening. It isn't really his own doing, anyway, and that wasn't what she meant by it. She insists, "I'm the one who lost my cool. It's fine; it's my own damn... fault. Sorry." She turns her gaze away towards the ripples in the water, scratching the back of her head and clenching her jaw.

Her eyes flash back up to his face as he warns her that there will be more than this one instance. On a surface level, sure, she knows that - but deeper down, she expects herself to always be strong no matter what happens, never be afraid, never waver, never hurt. It's an impractical expectation of herself, clearly. She shakes her head and sighs heavily, stormily. "If I don't face these things, I'll never get over them and that'll happen to me again, when it matters. When my life is on the line. Or someone else's," she shrugs her shoulders and lowers her tension, "we should try again. Just... another time, if you don't mind."

Aurelia does have to admit that her mind and her body are both fatigued at this point, and after setting those vines on fire, she's not sure how much longer she can make her flames push and pulse.

standing in the ashes of who I used to be