Amara shook her head quickly, blonde strands falling over her shoulders and she offered a weak smile. "No, I'm immune. When my powers first developed, I was thrown into a volcano...they were the reason I didn't die..." she flushed at the words, arms snaking through the blanket to wrap tighter around herself, blue eyes falling to her lap and then the extinguished candle. "Fire can't hurt me at all..."
She blinked and glanced over to him, blue eyes curious. "So, what's going on?"