You were a relatively young wizard, having been raised in a very strict and dangerous enviroment for Others like you. When you joined The Nest, a place for Others that were seeking refuge from the goverment, you began learning how to control your magic abilities. Of course, it didn't come without injuries and troubles.

Right now, Shen was tending to your palms, that you burned while trying to learn a new spell. His touch was uncharacteristically soft and careful, but it didn't stop him from nagging you for being so careless.

"And what if you'd burn not just your hands but your face too? And what if you'd burn the house? You should've waited for me, so I could watch over."