[As magic collects in lights and flames, he slows his own output. It's different from what he's used to... though the same fatigue nags him. Heat exhausts him because he's grown it, without the costs of overheating. It'd been easy to outpace himself, and in his rush to find his bounds, having burned himself completely through, he'd crushed his own stamina.
This time, he's cautious. Keeping eyes on her still.]
I guess it's like running. [A little.] Don't sprint the whole time.
[But it's strange. Watching another's small improvements—slow at times, though steady forward—shifts his tiredness to something warm.
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This time, he's cautious. Keeping eyes on her still.]
I guess it's like running. [A little.] Don't sprint the whole time.
[But it's strange. Watching another's small improvements—slow at times, though steady forward—shifts his tiredness to something warm.
His brows lift slightly.]
If you're tired, you should stop.