"Thank you," Hayley huffed out in exaggerated exasperation. Waiting for someone who might not open the door for you while your hands were on fire wasn't exactly high on her list of favorite things, yet most of the attitude was a thin veil to hide her anxiety. His anxiety, however, puzzled and intrigued her.

The girl stepped inside, careful to keep her burning hand away from him or anything flammable. It was clear her mentor of sorts was struggling, though she had no idea what could torment him so. "Uh, water would be great?"

She was more of a coffee drinker anyway. As if in answer to her request for water, the flames on her hands extinguished themselves. For the moment, she was flame free. Because her magic was nothing if not uncooperative, she unconsciously reached out with the telekinetic magic to pull Solomon a few feet toward her. She jumped slightly when she realized what she had done.

"See? I can't-" Hayley felt no need to finish that thought, knowing Solomon would more than understand. The more important thought that needed to be expressed was trying to figure out what was wrong with the man. "And why won't you look at me?"