It's harder to breathe, which may be affecting us. I know my weirlights are harder to maintain, and I'd have to transform to really control fire now.

[Without a pause, her free hand goes into her back and pulls out a plastic bottle. Unstopping it, she passed it over without a thought, patting his shoulder one final time before letting go.]

Ami-chan conjured it before we were separated. I have two more, so keep it. The top pops on and off like a cork.