[He watches the flames, still fascinated by the man's control over them. How much aether does he burn to do that? How long must he have practiced to not hurt himself with it? Sure, he can see that there's injury on the other, but the way he controls it now...]

[He pulls himself from his thoughts.]

Well, I know alchemists that are very good at making potions... perhaps one day they'll get to the point of a small capsule.

[Technology! It's interesting, even if he knows they're far behind compared to other civilizations.]

[But finally, a name.]

Dabi. I'll remember that. ... Do you need anything right now? I could apply things if you need.