Jag frowned at first, unsure what she was saying, until she mentioned Lala's butterflies, and the memory came back to him, as if from another time. "A chopper," he finished for her. "He's obsessed with helicopters and planes." He called forth his fire, shaping it into the flying machine, and focused on that bright warmth in his lungs, Em's hand on his back, and the memory of the kids' laughter as he shaped what they wanted in the flames.