Serika loomed overhead, looking down at Quinlan's drenched form with the big, proud smile of a master who'd found the most precious disciple in the world. But she wasn't one to coddle him, as promised beforehand. As such, she spoke up with a stern tone.
"Lesson one: stop thinking like a cultivator. Start thinking like an element. Or elements, in your case."
Her eyes gleamed with heat as she added, "If you keep it up, I'm soon going to be using my fire."
Quinlan's smile widened through the pain. "I can't wait, Teach."
Feng facepalmed. This stupid guy was really trying to kill himself! What could she do to protect him from himself?!
Serika smiled brightly, clapping her hands once as if she'd just wrapped up a delightful cooking lesson instead of pummeling the Avatar here to save her world into the dirt.
"Well then! You're drenched. Go take a bath, smelly student of mine."
Quinlan coughed, rolled halfway onto his side, and gave her a thumbs-up again. "Aye, Teach…"
