( his fingers ruck up against his palm when she says that, as if he's almost trying to retroactively hide the gesture. he doesn't really want to talk about firebending or the loss thereof with a total stranger. but there's also no point to lying about it or omitting it. there's a rather intense moment of internal debate while he salts and stirs the meat, and then, )
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Back home, I could manipulate fire. Old habits.