"...huh?" She says, a little quiet and a little late. She'd gotten a little distracted by the feel of the feathers between her fingers... Now that she realizes it, she was kind of damp. Her glasses she'd wiped off as a reflex, but her hair and clothes were still a little soggy. The thing is, they'd already half-dried thanks to--

"Oh, no! Don't worry about it. I'll dry off real quick."

She pads backwards a few steps and with a deep breath and a flash of heat around her, her hair fluffs out, dry as ever.

"...Fire magic." She explains, still flushed. "It's pretty handy, as long as ya can control it."