[ Sun spirit, Hector is about to correct, but Ilsa brings up something much more interesting.
When it's clear his hair isn't going to get much dryer than this, he whips it back behind him as he lifts his head and holds his hands out over the flames. He lifts a brow at her. ]
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When it's clear his hair isn't going to get much dryer than this, he whips it back behind him as he lifts his head and holds his hands out over the flames. He lifts a brow at her. ]
No?
[ Huh. ]
They normally hostile or something?