[It's good that she just moves without him having to explain, because he wasn't going to anyway. The moment she's out of the way enough- or enough for him to...care- he takes a breath and exhales sharply over her small, barely lit fire, breathing a huge plume of flames overtop the kindling. It sets everything there sharply ablaze, and though it's probably not going to burn that brightly forever unless she has more kindling to feed into it, it's more of a heat source than it previously had been.]
You'll die with a wimpy fire like that. Just sayin'.
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You'll die with a wimpy fire like that. Just sayin'.