The fire at Regina's fingertips was instant, faster than thought, a trained-in reaction to being grabbed by anyone or anything. She doused it just as quickly and held still in Vax's grip until he released her. Her wrist would bruise, but that would hardly be the worst injury she'd suffered and far kinder than hundreds that she'd caused. No, she would neither complain, nor rub it in Vax's line of sight--not out of pride, but his gaze looked too guilty already.

Still, she couldn't quite hide the hurt in her eyes. As much as she knew it was both her own fault and well-deserved, she'd grown comfortable with not seeing revulsion and hate in people. Grown comfortable with them letting her brush shoulders with them without panic. Eyes closing briefly, she shook her head. "It's fine. I shouldn't have presumed touch would be welcome. My apologies."