It's... only waters, moving, and fire and... ( But he seems uncomfortable to speak of it, voice lessened, lowered. ) Sometimes, green things grow.

( A pleasing feat, enough so that his smile turns bright, light, placid. He does not meet the gentleman's gaze for a moment, fingers curling and uncurling into tight, then loosening fists. Nerves, they do more harm than reap merit.

Nerves will be the ruin of him. )

No more than your magic, I'm... I'm certain. They'll help. They always help.