A red eyebrow flicks up, and Sypha gives him a more penetrating look. "It isn't difficult, for the right type of people. But there is very little to show."

She holds up a hand, two fingers raised, and fire erupts from where her other fingers touch her palm, a concentrated jet that she just aims up into the sky, strong enough she has to steel her arm against its force. The gesture isn't what's important, though. Not so much as her absolute certainty that she has the power to make fire, and her sheer confidence that it will obey her.