It was still moderately strange to her, just how utterly freeing and stabilising accepting her magic was. Since her return from the past in her life, since she and Killian defeated Zelena's curse, she'd finally come to terms with her place in Storybrooke, with her family and the magic around them. And it carried over, to the point where now, she was able to use her magic near constantly without much hindrance.
"I think raw magic is still where my power is." She was finding it easier and easier to get thing from across the town, she'd even figured out how to move herself through the town in her little puff of smokey grey clouds. "I made a fire though," and Emma just had to concentrate, focus on the heat and the power she held and a small, contained fire started in her own hand.
Hers was slightly less focused than Hawke's, a fire that literally burned around her hand, the flame almost licking her face but not burning her at all, just flickering there around her hand. "I just feel more at ease with it, like it's just humming through my body constantly." Her magic was just this entity in her now.