[... There's nothing Heather can do to stop the sharp intake of breath between her teeth when Lightning puts her hand in the flames. It's obvious that Lightning's not being hurt-- there's no burning, no peeling of flesh (a sight that Heather knows well, that she's in fact intimately familiar with)-- but it still triggers a visceral lurch in her stomach.]
[To her credit, though, she keeps a straight face.]
Sure I can.
[Except that she hasn't tried... she doubts it would be a problem-- Carousel is as gentle as they come, and neither has ever harbored ill will towards the other. No... the trouble, she suspects, lies on her end. Fear of fire sucks.]
I'm just saying... just in case.
[It's a fairly weak argument, though. She doesn't believe it, herself.]
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[To her credit, though, she keeps a straight face.]
Sure I can.
[Except that she hasn't tried... she doubts it would be a problem-- Carousel is as gentle as they come, and neither has ever harbored ill will towards the other. No... the trouble, she suspects, lies on her end. Fear of fire sucks.]
I'm just saying... just in case.
[It's a fairly weak argument, though. She doesn't believe it, herself.]