[ Hector can't help but chuckle wryly at that. He just can't shake the troublemaker impression, can he?

He tilts his head to do the same, let his hair dangle closer to the heat of the fire. He runs his fingers through it, trying to give it a better chance of drying quicker. When the question comes, he turns his attention to Ilsa, a more neutral expression gracing his face. ]

Something like it, yeah. I usually use them in a fight, but they're good in a pinch like this.

[ He wrings out his hair, and the remaining water drips onto the ground. ]

The warmth you feel in you isn't just from the fire. It's from this little guy, too.

[ And he nods at the spirit. Get buffed, Ilsa! ]