Peony watched with a sympathetic wince as the spell exploded. She doubted Quenten would recognize how much less disastrous it had been compared to a few months ago; the pain from burns was not going to be very forgiving. She waited for the injuries to be healed before she spoke. "Don't push," she said gently, filling another bowl, setting it in front of Quenten. "Gently. Again." She put her hands on Quenten's on the bowl, channeled the tiny spark of Fire.
"Cool it first," she said. That would be effortless, she knew. "Remind yourself what cooling feels like. Heating is the same. Cool it - then heat. No pushing."