He grimaced slightly at that moniker, the majority of the expression luckily hidden under his mask, so that all the girl would have seen was a slight twitch of his eyebrows. It was a sign of respect, of course, but it definitely didn't make him feel respected. On the contrary it made him feel... uncomfortable? No, that wasn't the right word.

He didn't have time enough to dwell on it, instead unfurling his scorched red hand for her inspection, masking the wince of pain successfully with a facade of nonchalance as he flattened his palm.

"Can you heal this?" he asked. Usually the request would be a command, but although he knew she was talented - he always remembered potential talent though apparently not well enough to remember her name - but he couldn't remember exactly how far that talent went. She was only young after all.