You hear that, Punchy? Your clothes are filthy (also a little smelly; vinyl just doesn't breathe). Finally, something upon which Soren and Alendian could agree.

Soren nodded curtly to Sofia in thanks, though he still regarded her with some suspicion. People who could transform into dragons were a little too close to the beings he was familiar with for comfort. Once her spell was finished, he removed his gloves gingerly and cast them aside, testing out his fingers. It seemed Sofia's abilities worked quickly, though the traces of the burns were not completely gone as of yet (protip: don't look inside the gloves).

"I would... appreciate it," Soren said to Alendian. He hated being helped by someone he didn't like, but it was, of course, probably necessary.