“Hey, Idie,” you say, your voice light but hopeful. “Think you could… you know, cool things down a bit?”

Idie raises an eyebrow, her lips curving into a small smile. "Again? You know I’m not a personal air conditioner, right?”

You laugh, the sound bubbling up despite the exhaustion and frustration coursing through you. “I know, I know,” you say, your voice tinged with mock guilt. “But you’re just so good at it. And it’s so hot in here.”

Idie shakes her head, her expression one of mild exasperation, but she doesn’t argue. Instead, she raises her hand, the air around her shimmering with energy, and you feel a cool breeze wash over you. The temperature drops almost instantly, the oppressive heat replaced by a refreshing chill, and you let out a sigh of relief.

“Thanks. You’re a lifesaver.”

Idie smirks, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “You’re welcome,” she says, her tone light but cutting. “But next time, maybe try not to overheat. It’s not exactly heroic.”