Maybe they will get lucky and by their powers combined, the cats will just flock to them and they can enjoy the time. Unlikely, but, the dream is there. Cats to pet, stories to tell. Stories like how he's a little bit shocked, what shock can show on his face at least, more an eyebrow raise, that she's worried for his safety.

"Mine?" He asks, rhetorically, transfixed at the ball of fire, even more so when it flies off. As for zoning out enemies or rather targets in this case, "That's something I can help with. I can close areas off high enough they won't want to climb it." But, he's looking at her hands. "Can you do that on either hand?" He's got to ask.