Something, someone. She had assumed she could find some flowing lava somewhere, but on some level it's all an extension of him right? And just as she's gained a finer control, a mastery and cooperation with her light, it seems he has the same relationship with the molten lava.

That doesn't stop her from completely hesitating, taking a long appraising look at his hands. She takes a breath in, rolling her shoulders back, an animal puffing up to look bigger. Braver.

She steps forward, more purposeful in her presentation of her wrists, pulling the chain taut between them.

"Should I take that to mean you've broken a few of your own?" She's no poet, but she assumes he knows she isn't speaking quite so literally. Her eyes flick up to his, curious. "Steel might be the easiest among them."