"Of course," Cyra says, unoffended by the honesty as she would have been had the lies continued. "As for how much fire magic I have left," Cyra shrugs, "If you want to know, you will have to try and find out. After all, if I had none left, I would not be able to easily stop you from eating me, while if I did have some left any attempt would lead to you being roasted and then eaten. If you wish to find out-" She smiles. "Do you feel lucky?"