She’s doing well, admitted Abri as though she would have rather that were not the case. Neil just smirked as the wood snapped and Bren smiled to herself, face crinkled still in that small slightly pinched expression of concentration. The squirrel monkey, sensing his imminent smugness, decided to quickly add, But that in no way eliminates the very prevalent reality that what she is is quite potentially dangerous. If you take her under your wing like this, teach her, that makes you responsible for her, Neil. She has already burned a man once, a family member and regardless of the circumstance she is – in a fashion – unbalanced. Are you prepared to shoulder that kind of responsibility?
Jeez, Abri, thought Neil, rolling his eyes a little and smirking at her. Lighten up will you? Get any more dramatic and I’ll need a soundtrack. I’m just tutoring her a little, not turning into Robin Williams going Dead Poet Society. Chill, okay?
I have no idea what you just said, said Abri with annoyance.
Neil just sat back and let Bren sort through her new power, the crackling glow of her fire spreading slowly, languorously across the asphalt.