“Are you afraid of fire?” Cyra raised an eyebrow in your direction, seeming amused by the idea, but without being cruel. ”Shouldn’t you be able to manipulate fire?”

She circles around him, observing your panting and sweaty form from the constant training, although the result had not yet been productive. You were hesitant, and it was getting in the way of the process.

“Breathe deeply.” The fire goddess guides, patient and firm. ”You can do this, you are part of the fire.”