Shortly after he begins speaking, she inhales deeply, holding it for a long moment, before bringing forth perhaps the hottest, purest flame she's ever produced. The kindling beneath the fire is almost instantly scoured away by the intense flames, but it achieves its purpose, and within moments, the entire pyre is ablaze.<br/><br/>The gold remains silent, watching the flames, and listening to his voice, for a long time. Even after he's grown silent, she remains still, leaning against him, the heat of the flames drying her tears before they make it very far. Even as the sun slowly rises, the next morning, and the fires begin to burn themselves out, losing intensity, she remains still, although the first gleam of sunlight off their scales seems to stir her, once more. "Thank you," she says, softly, closing her eyes and turning back towards her home, looking utterly exhausted.