His response took her so strongly by surprise she felt as if the tide had reached up and swept her out to sea. Mesec, he, well he rushed up to her and reached for her. His touch tingled against her, a trail of silver starlight, beautiful and cold in its absence. It was what she had been wanting for him all this time, that self assurance in his step and his manner, that confidence to take her, but that was what fire and the sun did, it was not what her moon boy did.

His touch, though welcome, was over so quickly. He lingered close, but did not have her again, and she ached for it. Sighing faintly, she dropped her nose to her chest. She did not rebuke his advance, but neither did she return it in this tumultuous moment.

When he fell silent at her question she returned her gaze to him, the lines of her face strained as she waited his response, knowing what he might say already. She was not prepared for the agony that wrote itself onto his expression as he nearly whispered his response. Her mouth ran dry, because in her own selfishness she hadn't considered what all Mesec had been going through. Her posture softened further, and gently she reached her muzzle out to brush against his. "We can train it," she whispered, hurriedly adding, "the ability," so that he didn't think she meant the wolf was something separate from him. "We'll practice, and we'll find that sunlight through the storm again," her voice fell lower as she talked, her world centered on the pained stallion who's heart captivated her. She didn't recall the last time he had been so dark, not even when he first came here wearing the weight of his mother's name. Because this time he actually did it.

"No," she murmured, sudden and almost fiercely at his question. "No, I'm fine. And yours is hardly the first magic to lose control." She was stern, adamant that he not spiral into the darkness and despair just because he could have hurt someone on accident - she had no idea of Aviya, but it wouldn't have changed her opinion. Ampere had loved fire enough to know that it burned recklessly, but that didn't mean it shouldn't burn.

The cough seemed to break both of them apart, and in response Ampere gave her own deep sputter of tar. "Certainly," Ampere agreed, eyes flicking towards the mare. "What rank would you have?" she asked casually, turning to insert her key into the pillar. "You say you're not a warrior, though I beg to differ. Life makes us all fighters- though I can understand if that's not your career of choice." If we didn't fight, then we wouldn't be alive.

Flaming wings leapt onto her as the key activator, and Najya as the one to cross. Only able to take two at a time, Mesec would have to fly alongside them. Effortlessly the fiery appendages would take them to the other side, almost following an invisible track of sorts. "You can talk to the crafters about getting your own key. Cera's the stallion you'll need"