"No," Gerrard agreed. "Hadn't told you how to. Admittedly all I was going to tell you was to imagine that heat in the palm of your hand which your mind probably joined up on its own." He placed his own left hand underneath hers and then tapped in the centre of her palm with his right. "Relax, if your force it you're likely to draw too deep. That heat in the furnace isn't real heat. It's not fire. It's energy. Let just a little flow out, then think of real heat, real fire right here in your hand. Then speak: zera ignea."