Chris is about to protest further, not wishing to be a bother, but the pain is already more intense than she'd first thought. Grimacing slightly, she nods, and extends her hand. "My thanks."

"Trying to maintain a bit of flame and all I succeeded in doing was heating my gauntlet." She grumbles through clenched teeth. So, lesson learned there. Maybe forgo the armour while training going forward, at least for now. Maybe some attire similar to what she wore during her journey into the Grasslands. "Mind where you step. It's still likely to be hot."

"Y'know you haven't even tried the other elements yet, FC." Holly speaks up from her perch atop the dummy. "I know flame's supposed to be your thing and all, but maybe we should start with water first, eh? Better drenched than burnt to a crisp, huh? Anyway, thanks lady. I'm doing what I can here, but FC can get pretty bullheaded about this sort of thing. Thinking a lot in straight lines, y'know?"

"I do not think in straight lines, Holly."

"You do when you're frustrated."