"I'm sorry, Captain. I didn't know..."
It was difficult to respond beyond that, but even so, she couldn't help a kind of smile from gracing her lips. It wasn't a smile of mirth, of course, but a smile because she wasn't quite so alone now. "Ironic, then, that we have both lost those who are dear to us," she murmured. "I don't feel quite so isolated now. But if you ever need to talk, you know where I am."
But her slight smile faded. She still had to make sure she was understood. He hadn't said anything about what she had said to him.
"You understand, then, that my fear of fire- uncontrolled fire, that is- is only because someone used it to destroy everything that was important to me? And while I'm here, you won't use your fire talent for bad things?" She had to know. She knew he was a sailor, not a pirate, but still. It didn't mean he didn't burn things at all.