“I’m sorry,” Genesis said.
“For what?” Angela asked, settling in beside Genesis on the floor.
“I wanted so badly to find something positive about this,” Genesis replied. “And we almost got really hurt because of it. Because of me.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Angela said. “I’m fine, you’re fine, we’re both fine. No harm, no foul.”
Genesis just stared into the fire, saying nothing. At least the shaking stopped.
“I don’t know about you, but I could go for some hot chocolate right now,” Angela said. “You in?”
Genesis hesitated a moment, then said, “Okay.”
Angela stood from the floor and stepped into the kitchen. In the cupboard she found a plastic pitcher. Using telekinesis, she floated it out the door and held it there until it overflowed with rainwater.
She poured the water into a kettle, running it through a coffee filter to be safe. Then it was a simple matter of holding the kettle in her hand while flames licked the cast iron surface. When the water finally boiled, she poured it into mugs with some hot chocolate mix they’d brought with them.
“Ta-da!” she said, handing a mug to Genesis.
“Show-off,” Genesis said.
“If I wanted to show off, I’d have done it all without getting up,” Angela said. “And I’m not that obnoxious.”
“Usually,” Genesis said with a smirk.
Angela chuckled and turned to the fire. It hissed and popped, warming her skin. Genesis leaned her weight against Angela’s side.
“What would you have done if something had happened to me out there?” Genesis asked.
“I don’t know,” Angela replied. “Probably travel back in time and save you.”
“You’d do that for me?” Genesis said.
“Of course,” Angela said. “I mean, I still need to figure out how to do it, but there’s no way I’d just sit back and do nothing.”