Sweetheart's head whips back out to stare up. Lethys? Talking to...her?

She stretches one arm out to drop a horse in front of Laetes, freeing up a paw to point at her own chest.

A crack of thunder and lightning and the whole world goes white hot--

Sweetheart irritably staggers back and ruffles her flaming fur down. Did he...no, there was thunder. That was the storm. She's just tall. This isn't the first time it's happened. The rain is taking care of the fire she can't reach along her spine, too.

She crouches and goes back to pointing at herself.