The first time Devero had seen someone conjure fire in their palm, he'd been very impressed. He's seen bigger, flashier magic since then, but there's still a wistful, wonder-filled expression on his face as he gazes at the little flame.

"Isn't that the truth?" he says wit a chuckle. "I don't think I've ever had to worry about starting a fire on a mission, thanks to folks with magic." Mainly Koumyou, since they spend so much time together.

He returns his attention to Caleb. "I'm going to hazard a guess that you're far beyond this point with your abilities?"