"Mhm... That's a little... Complicated."
She finally starts to sip from her own mug, pausing to stare down in the warm liquid. Honestly, she hates hot drinks like this but she can't deny there's something soothing to them, though that may have more to do with the alcohol than the drink itself.
"I don't always have control over them. I've torched my fair share of towns, melted a few buildings, destroyed ways of life. Actually, this tent is fairly new because I destroyed my last one."
Despite saying this, she gets what he means to a certain extent. For all of that, she isn't glowing red hot the way he seems to be near glowing blue every second. She's not on edge, veins sparking to life at every sound like he is.
But there's no good tip for how she does what she does in regards to her own power. In fact, her way of handling it is just as unhealthy, if not worse.
"I live in constant fear of who I am and what I can do and that fear, a majority of the time, keeps me from being, well, myself, I guess. It's kind of a tiring existence, hating yourself and your powers as much as I do, and it can definitely keep you from moving forward. All I know how to do is bottle things up. Even that has a negative side-effect, though. Here-"
Fengari rolls up her sleeve and removes a worn leather glove. As soon as her skin makes contact with the cold hair, steam begins to form, and she extends her arm towards him, making sure not to touch him. She knows good and well she doesn't need to touch him for him to feel the heat radiating from her.
"See? My control comes with a cost all its own. I'm a walking furnace at all times. It's terrible, honestly. When I overheat for whatever reason, I can be down for the count for days because my body literally starts to burn itself from the inside out. Yeah, from the outside I look practiced and controlled, but it doesn't mean I'm actually managing it all well. It just means I'm good at lying."
She finally starts to sip from her own mug, pausing to stare down in the warm liquid. Honestly, she hates hot drinks like this but she can't deny there's something soothing to them, though that may have more to do with the alcohol than the drink itself.
"I don't always have control over them. I've torched my fair share of towns, melted a few buildings, destroyed ways of life. Actually, this tent is fairly new because I destroyed my last one."
Despite saying this, she gets what he means to a certain extent. For all of that, she isn't glowing red hot the way he seems to be near glowing blue every second. She's not on edge, veins sparking to life at every sound like he is.
But there's no good tip for how she does what she does in regards to her own power. In fact, her way of handling it is just as unhealthy, if not worse.
"I live in constant fear of who I am and what I can do and that fear, a majority of the time, keeps me from being, well, myself, I guess. It's kind of a tiring existence, hating yourself and your powers as much as I do, and it can definitely keep you from moving forward. All I know how to do is bottle things up. Even that has a negative side-effect, though. Here-"
Fengari rolls up her sleeve and removes a worn leather glove. As soon as her skin makes contact with the cold hair, steam begins to form, and she extends her arm towards him, making sure not to touch him. She knows good and well she doesn't need to touch him for him to feel the heat radiating from her.
"See? My control comes with a cost all its own. I'm a walking furnace at all times. It's terrible, honestly. When I overheat for whatever reason, I can be down for the count for days because my body literally starts to burn itself from the inside out. Yeah, from the outside I look practiced and controlled, but it doesn't mean I'm actually managing it all well. It just means I'm good at lying."