Orcelito's declaration sets her at ease just a bit. There's also the possibility that the storm helped spread the smoke—Kit's deduction about smoldering may not be too far off either—but she's never too cautious when it comes to fire. At least for the moment, there are indeed safe. She takes a look around at each of them, insects included, before her gaze grows distant toward the other houses. Orcelito's voice pulls her back to reality, and she looks back at him without lowering her hand.

"I'm..." She swallows. Being farther from the smoke is helping, but she won't be able to go back in the house for a while. This isn't the time to explain her physical deficiencies, but she realizes that she's still been keeping her secrets. About her magic, her race—that will need to change soon.

"I'm no good with fire. Big fires. I can breathe a bit better now...but water would be nice." She pauses, thinking back on her observations of the group. "We all could use some water."