Nancy nods, and looks at her hands, focusing as hard as she can on them, willing the warmth that seems to live there now to spread, to become hotter and hotter. Her hands almost glow with the warmth, and she's sure that's all she's getting before- a flame appears in the center of her palm. Small, but surely there.
"Where should- where should I start?" She'd never had to do this before.
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"Where should- where should I start?" She'd never had to do this before.