Statements like that generally weren't helpful to BJ's secondary objective. Primary objective: get element back. Secondary objective: don't be a weepy mess about it. She humphed and squeaked, shifting her weight as she tried to just not start crying for the millionth time today.
'Wait, he's a master,' Endellion piped up. 'So he knows what fire wants. And it wants to get back to you, too - Ryan said so! So... maybe there's a trick to pulling it off in that.'
BJ looked down at her familiar. "Did I lose my mind, or did you just tell someone to set me on fire? You know I can't do that anymore."
'I don't hear you making any suggestions, Missy.' Okay, kind of a point there, but generally BJ was a bigger fan of ideas that wouldn't kill her. Or scar her - quite literally - for life. Her face was sort of her golden ticket in life, and she was rather keen on keeping it. 'Both try it at the same time. If he aims for your finger tip and you scream, he'll know to pull fire back into himself immediately. Right? BJ looked from Endy up to Reggie, obviously not at ALL sure about this plan for the obvious reasons of it seeming like a bigger risk for her than it did for him. Besides, he wasn't used to fire. If it was a bad touch, would he be able to pull it back under his control?