For a time after she placed the bone and the metal in the forge together, Anput stared into the flames stoically, her eyes focused on the two materials whilst she stood stock still as she waited for them to heat up to the right temperature, which was a very, very high number; already the flames were going from orange to whitish yellow, reaching a temperature that was absolutely sweltering.
And yet, materials like this were going to require such heat lest they take hours to reach the right temperature, so I just had to watch my mate from afar as I shrouded myself in a thick, ever moving blanket of chilled air as I made sure she was safe.
Leone and I were both standing by with vastly overcharged healing spells at the ready, and we had both already casted a spell overtop the Jackalkin in preparation for the worst, giving her protection from the fire and a general defensive boost that would hopefully protect her physically from anything that happened.