The pout is met with a tilt of his head and a look that's only a touch stern. Or what passes for stern in Viatorus' range of expression. "You haven't learnt control yet, and you definitely haven't practiced it. I don't want you burning any more books. We'll get you a tablet."

Her next suggestion makes him pause in surprise. "Oh... Yes, I... I suppose." It takes a few beats for him to factor that into the plan forming. "But first books- No. Tablet, then books. Then introduction to the other elements. Not air, though. Not quite yet."