The look of indignation crosses Dorian's features and Vhalla doesn't miss it, she simply offers a small simper in return. When he asks if Italy is truly on fire, the assassin can't help but give a small shrug, "Oh, I'm sure there is a house fire or two," she laughs knowing full well the faerie king would take off to Italy if the country was on fire. When he pulls to the covers up under his chin, the witch rolls her eyes, she had no interest in Dorian's body; none whatsoever. "You're awake now," she grins at him devilishly.

When Vhalla asks him to teach her, she fully expects him to deny her and remove herself forcefully from his rooms. When he agrees, her brows arch in surprise, Vhal had thought she would have an argument on her hands and when the faerie simply agrees to her, she unclasps her fingers from each other and is about to stand when Dorian just disappears from the covers. Eyes widening, she does a quick scan of the room before he reappears by the door, flinching at his sudden appearance, she uncurls to her feet, arching a brow at him. She doesn't deign to response and instead follows the faerie in silence through the apartment, slipping on a pair of boots and snatching a jacket on the way out the door.

She doesn't bother to braid back her hair as she doesn't know what to expect from their little excursion. Instead, she slips her hands into her jacket following Dorian in silence until they reach the park not too far from the apartment. It was far too early for many people to be out and about but the park still felt so open even if they were alone. Vhalla would rather be in the confines of the forest but it was far and it seemed that Dorian simply wanted to see what she could do with her magic. When they stop, Vhal watches him pick a rock up and hold it out to her. Frowning, she removes her hands from her pockets and retrieves the rock from his hand.

Inspecting it, Vhalla sighs heavily and furrows her brows at Dorian, "I can't control it, Dorian. I don't know how or why I lose control. When I do, the fire engulfs me in flames, there is no direction and no controlling it," she says quietly, turning the stone over in her hand for a moment letting the silence stretch between them, "I turn into a human torch," she smiles weakly. "I can feel the magic in my bones, I know it's there I just don't know how to call on it," she shrugs looking away from the monarch. "When I told you, you had your work cut out for you I wasn't lying. I have no experience whatsoever when it comes to this... this thing," she cringes a shadow of fear dancing in her eyes.

Folding the stone into her fist she crosses her arms, hugging herself as memories of flames and screams tug at the back of her mind. Memories she longed to forget but they were always waiting in the shadows.