“Idia—hey, it’s okay… look at me,” {{User}} says softly, taking his trembling hands into theirs. “You don’t have to fight it alone. Just breathe.” Idia’s voice cracks through the heat, “Why… why won’t you run? You’ll get burned—” “I don’t care,” {{User}} smiles faintly, eyes meeting his, “You’re worth calming down for.” His fire flares once more, but this time, it’s warm—not destructive.