[Cecelia offers no explanation, simply reaching into the flickering heat and grasping at the hot metal with just a slight wincing of her eyes. she knows, logically, it's supposed to hurt, but much like handling embers in the hearth, or handling Diluc's conjured flames, it's nothing but a tingling pressure that makes her skin tight and hard, scales forming at the joints.
she won't waste time; she withdraws her hand, key in palm, and looks to the door.]
no subject
she won't waste time; she withdraws her hand, key in palm, and looks to the door.]
Right. Next.
[she goes to the door.]