"Not what I meant to do," Aly mumbles thickly. She shivers. "It helped, I guess. I don't...that was too cold. Can't think right."

Yeah, a pyromancer not being able to control herself, that's a comforting thought.

It was like when she'd finally run out of energy when holding the Faerie Queen and her people back from invading on Halloween. She's done like dinner, and she's not about to try and do something else like that anytime soon.