A light glow radiated from Blaze’s hand, a piece of bread in the other. She toasts it to perfection with her personal fire, before calmly walking back to the table.

She was getting used to it - living, in general. Just how quiet things seemed, how she was almost uncomfortably safe, or how-

Yawn!

“You’re up early,” she quietly remarks, her eyes not leaving the now half eaten toast.

“The sun’s just rising.” Her quiet berating continues as you sit in front of her, noting how you’d usually wake up in the PM.