[Ren Hilton's POV]
"Okay..." Her response held a note of understanding, suggesting that she grasped the message I had intended to convey. After all, there was no point in escalating tensions further; it would only serve to damage her own well-being.
'Yep, I don't want her to lose limbs.' Blaze chimed in with his agreement.
"Now listen," I directed her attention towards the cauldron, taking on the role of instructor," I'll recap what Professor Night taught us, and then we'll follow her instructions together. Does that sound alright?" I inquired.
"Yeah," she replied once again, her voice soft and compliant—a stark contrast to her initial hostility.
'Wait a minute... wasn't she supposed to be a competitive character? Why is she suddenly acting like a bookworm?' Blaze interjected with his own confusion.