He clapped his hands together which extinquished the flame and freed up his hands. The sitting room is open to the kitchen in the small house so Emma was never out of his sight really.
"I've heard lightning magic tingles. I never tired it," he said as he moved around the kitchen. He put water in the kettle and put it on the stove which was a real wonder because he just had to turn a knob and poof there was fire.
"It does make me tired when I get really low," he explained as he leaned against the counter. "I get headaches and a bit nauseous but I've learned to fight through it. I can't teach you shit about healing, I'm afraid. I never learned it. My father was a brilliant healer. As was my former lover. I left it to them."