"I hope so." Sophie's body simply accommodates Connor's accidental clumsiness without comment, her bones turning to stone beneath her resilient scales. After a moment, she is her human self again, the scent of apothecary still clinging to her hair. Beneath that is new strangeness, though: the scent of burning, of cool, dank places, a metallic scent distinctly not copper, and the barest hint of seawater and linden blossoms. And human, of course. She is technically still that.

Her arms wrap around him, tight enough that he'll feel the squeeze of them. "It doesn't feel like any of the other times. What could we even do? Call upon the gods? What could they even do for us?" She sighs. "Besides resurrect us yet again."

Connor isn't quick enough when Pyro's message comes through that Sophie doesn't see it. She gives a snort, the anger rising in her again before she pushes it down and replies through her own bracelet.

It is impolite to call one's friends insects. She does not mention that she could utterly destroy him before he even had the chance to flick his lighter, though she would very much like to at that moment.