Aly doesn't like the sense of peace that quietly steals into her head. It feels too much like a glamour, like a violation. She folds her arms and looks out over the sea, taking an instinctive step back. Flames don't like water. Even when she's her normal self, she's always been terrified of drowning.

"They don't bother me, I won't bother them," she says. Man. She'd been really hoping it'd be a land turtle. Not a sea turtle. (Tortoise. That's what a land turtle is. Whatever.) Being surrounded by all this water makes her itchy, which pushes back the artificial feeling of peace in her head. Good. She doesn't like it.

"What's with this?" she asks, and knocks on her head.