He considered her words, and nodded. These things had assaulted him and if they did the same to others, more havoc could be created. What if everyone became that kind of sad? That would be... sad. He fought back a wave of sadness again and swore internally, wishing he knew more swearwords.

Thinking on it, he hoped he could do this. He had not tried to make that much fire before, but he had made small sparks, so... he might be able to do this. "Fire." The word tasted of ash and light and life in his mouth as he drew in his will. His eyes glimmered golden as he considered how to do this best.

Realizing she had power, realizing she might even be better at this than him, he glanced at her. "Together?" He would need her help if he was to do this. Hell, he might be the one assisting her! Probably that would be the way of things.