He really was creative, Alistair thought as he watched Leonardo painting the sky with fire. Of course, the only issue was that fire tended to... well. Burn. And that was why he was coming up, hoping to keep an eye on things. Not that he didn't have confidence in Leo - he did. He just also knew fire was its own beast with its own ideas and there was still enough Templar in him to want to make sure magic stuff didn't go too far.

Even if just the thought of that made him stop mid-step. He hated late-occurring realisations. He really did. Damn it, Sereda.

But he shook his head, pulling himself out of it, and cleared his throat before asking, "Having fun?" with a smile on his face. Leonardo made him happy, even if memories weren't pleasant.