[ Crowe's eyes narrow, just a little bit, at the change in his expression, but she gets distracted by the way her own fingers twitch, reaching, reaching for something that's not there. She fists her hands, and crosses her arms for good measure, irritated at herself. ]

Yeah, a bit, because the ice itself has weight where the fire doesn't. I'm guessing that's not the same kind of difference that you were talking about earlier?