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We're doing what?

[thedevilwhorose]

Being visible.

Helping by putting the fires out in Nott.

[ordinar]

I'm better at starting them than putting them out.

[In other words, he's convinced that he'd somehow make things worse.]

[thedevilwhorose]

[yeah guess what he's thought the same thing already]

You literally can't make it worse.

[ordinar]

[Well, tell that to his anxiety.]

I guess so.

[thedevilwhorose]

You'll handle the shield, anyway.

[ordinar]

The shield?

[Admittedly, he...sort of stopped paying attention to the tempest of news going around. He keeps expecting to hear about another catastrophe, and there's already a long list of things he can't handle right now.]

[thedevilwhorose]

To protect from the fire. And I suppose the rain spell itself.

I'll handle the rain.

[ordinar]

[Why me? he almost asks. Surely he could scrounge someone else up. But Lucifer's answer is already echoing in his mind: untapped potential. A work in progress, he'd said. Well, at least one of them believes in him.]

Fine, I'll be there.