Jajomo stepped back, looking at her hand and foot for a moment before glancing to Qotle again. "You're not a mage. You're not a tamer, and most certainly not an fire sprite. How the hell did you do that?" She asked.<br/><br/>The girl, still sitting on the bench, hopped up and took Jajomo's hand. Before the tamer could object, she shuddered as the girl's warm tongue gently glide over the skin of her hand. Almost immediately, the residual effects of flames disappeared. Before the girl could move down to Jajomo's foot, though, the tamer picked her up and gave her a loving squeeze. "It's okay, sweety. I'm a big girl, I can handle this right now." She cooed, very unlike herself for the moment.