Amara nodded; she missed the heat in the jungle. Here it was so much colder and in the winter it was blistery and horrid to the fiery girl. She liked sun and humidity, snow was not her friend. She would rather burn it all away, thus the stomping around the grounds in magma form. She was as hot as possible than...it was the only time here.
At his question she forced a small smile, the ground attempted to stop moving, but it still shifted uneasily beneath her feet. "Of course."