[If there is one thing Evan is reasonably confident he's pretty alright at doing, it's setting fires. If there's a second thing on that very equivocated list, it's probably putting out fires.

As they had joked about briefly, there had been little time amongst all the building and the planning and the fretting and the slaying that had happened on Nalawi for them to have another conversation, but Evan had not failed to keep the thoughtful blonde in mind and had made note of her whenever he'd spotted her around. Riza had left an impression.

When he caught the sense of fire down in the courtyard and decided to stick his head in, he had not been expecting her of all people to be at the epicentre of the growing sense of a blaze. He exclaims, surprise and quickly dismay when the sight fully parses. She's looking to put out a fire that size with a watering can?!]

Oh good lord, that's never going to -- you might as well just -- oh dear.

[As he hurries over, the sapling catches fire. What a mess. He frets his way over to her and flaps his hands, sucking in a deep breath and letting it out although he does not manage any sort of meditative visage. On the other hand, as he flaps, the fire dies down and then it goes out, leaving smoke hissing from the spots she managed to water.

He huffs and turns only after he's eyeballed the smoking bush into submission with the one eye not covered by his leather eyepatch.]

What on earth happened? Where did that come from? Are you alright?