Much as Aqua had intended, the first wave of Nightmares proved to be all but gone, in the wake of the flames. The other results were entirely unexpected - Aqua had no real experience with the Spirit versions of Meow Wows and though she was aware that irrational fears were something that often bothered people, she wasn't really sure if that was the reason behind Even's scream of terror.

There wasn't any time to ask, either. For every action there was an equal and opposite reaction, and it was just as true in magic as it was in other things. The magic sang in her veins as it came rushing back through her, like air rushing back into the vacuum. Once, she'd thought it odd, that powerful magics could have such powerful effect in their aftermath, but that was before she'd learn that any prolonged casting could have similar effects and that there were significant benefits in learning to channel the wild magic that came rushing back in to fill the spaces left behind. She was ready for it this time, and it took little more than a moment of concentration to channel the echo of the fire into something more useful.

Only then did she turn back towards Even, apparently unconcerned about the fact that she'd picked up a fiery red aura in the process.

"Are you alright?"