And it's easy to think those things are true, even when they're not.

[At the sound of someone yelling, though, Prelati perks up too, stands up a little straighter to try and see. She's not incredibly short, but she's maybe five foot nothing.

She hmphs a little, glances over her shoulder. There's still some embers, nothing's actively on fire. The wind will do the rest of the work.]

Well, I never imagined I'd be a firefighter. Good work, though. Do you feel satisfied with a job well done?