Years of sparring with her friend and their instructors made Kaja's complimentary movement instinctive; she stepped fluidly into a firebending stance and took control of the flaming projectile, redirecting it and then snuffing it out before it could incinerate the water barrel. Really, the last thing they needed was to leave a trail of wet tracks out of the practice room. "You were probably just tired," the older girl commented casually, accepting Zuma's excuses without challenging her on them. What would the point be? The princess was already irritated, and calling her on the exaggeration wouldn't help.
"Tomorrow I'll practice with you, and I'm sure you'll get it then." Blithely - really, only Zuma could inspire such calm in her, and even then it was purely out of a sense of self-preservation - she stepped out of her bending stance and caught up with the princess, gently linking one of her arms through Zuma's. "We might even keep from burning ourselves to death," she commented idly, keeping a perfectly straight face even though she probably should have been ducking away from being swatted.