"Not my favorite," she responds as she looks away from the sky, but her tone lightens as it shifts to wry instead, "But, hey. I've fought in worse."

Much worse, she'd say. The Embrace wasn't exactly a utopia for perfect weather, but it's what she'd grown up with. So mud after a good rain felt comfortable compared to scorching heat of Sunfall or the bonechilling peaks of the Northern mountains. Still. This might be familiar, but it's still not really welcome.

As he steps closer, Aloy's brow knits together very lightly, but she tempers her immediate reaction to take a step back. She doesn't expect to have to restrain that urge twiceover, though. As she looks in his hands, seeing the flicker of flame that suddenly appears gets her eyes to widen in a much more open surprise.

"Well, that's—" she starts immediately, but she's ultimately unsure what to say. She has to remember not to expect things to be like how she personally knows them, but even so... "You just made that. Out of nothing."

Clearly, she's not too worried about the idea of falling sick, since the flame takes her attention much more.