The Pain of Loss

[Thalia]

A ball of fire burned in his hands, then struck against the bodies. They burned, and Nimeda watched. She brushed the mud and dirt from her hands. "That's a good start, I suppose."
Liking who he was? Or burning the bodies? Maybe both. She didn't dwell on the details. Now that the fear and adrenaline of the creatures had dissipated, her curiosity retreated. If he wasn't going to let her play with the powers she'd once had - maybe still had? Or maybe not - and since the ghoulish nature of the dream had faded, she was antsy to move on to something new.

"Focus on the good, yes?."
She popped up to her feet, grinning, and held out her hand to shake goodbye.