Apparently even the simplest of functions are beyond him now.
Lea hurriedly extinguishes the patches of fire gnawing holes in his clothes and then half-reluctantly slinks over to divest Terra of flames, too. He was just minding his own business, quietly reclining and considering a nap, ‘til a certain someone came up behind him and startled him into bursting into flames. Lea glares at the someone in question.
“Y’know you shouldn’t surprise me like that,” he huffs. “I can’t-- control it still.” His hands are still on Terra’s biceps, which he hopes weren’t burned because he doesn’t know any healing spells. Wow, those muscles are big, though. And firm. The warmth seeps into his palms and he darts hastily away in case he combusts again. Something about Terra in particular seems to rob him of his negligible self-control. Lea covers his skittishness with a sharp smile. “Lucky I put that out before your entire outfit went up in flames.”