[Her own abilities, right now at least, are at a stand-still, so she can really only do a cursory look at his offered palm. But still, knowing that beneath the scars, he is healed. Fingers brush over his palm, and then, satisfied, she lets go and sits back into her seat.]

You made a dock? [There's a conversational lilt to her voice, amused. The awkwardness of this being a date (which! it still isn't.) completely dissipated.] That certainly comes in handy, considering the mermaids... [Said disgruntled, frowning a bit at the memory of having been dragged into said lake.]

Is bending earth much different than fire?