Blazil took the bowl with a thank you. She didn't bother blowing off the stew, knowing it wouldn't burn her as she ate it. "This is delicious. I love it," she told TamLin, her voice full of glee. She wasn't lying either. It reminded her of all the simple foods Ace had given. Those were always her favorite things over the high class expensive meals her parents forced her to eat. "If it would be okay, I would like more." She looked over slightly as she saw Marcus come back in. She of course turned back to her food almost immediately.<br/><br/>While she ate she looked at the corner of her eye at Marcus, again feeling bad for the burns and deciding she would apologize for them when she got the chance. She was amazed that he could be so fine with her being there, despite what she did to him. Luckily her fire didn't go out of control. Being only sixteen, soon seventeen meant her fire was more difficult to control as opposed to full grown of her kind which were twenty years of age or older. She thought of Ace who was the eldest one she knew, reaching quite a few hundred years. Oh how she hoped to find him, and hoped he didn't send her back.<br/><br/>As she stared at Marcus she felt herself blushing, seeing him shirtless, and seeing his fit and tone body. She had seen few men shirtless, and all were normally fat old perverts that spent all their times in taverns. Those were the ones that never helped with her fear of men. She had also seen her male family members shirtless, but that didn't mean much since they were family. So lost in thought she didn't realize that she was now full on staring at Marcus.<br/><br/>((Its fine. I knew he would come back in))