If it was not a demon, then Jeannie did not entirely understand what made the fire inside Liz. But her fingers that were aflame before did not show signs of damage, so perhaps it was alright. The djinn only wished to be certain that the other girl would be healthy, so if she was alright, Jeannie would leave it be.
But she would be watching. Just in case.
And as long as Liz was alright, it could be useful to them while they were building the snowman. Jeannie wrinkled her nose, considering how to phrase her request. She opened her mouth and closed it a few times, though hesitance was not normal for her.
“We are making a very large snowman,” she began. “Perhaps if you melted the top of the first snowball before I put the next one on, it would stick better. Do you think that will work?”