No, Elizabeth is very familiar with fire magic. She'd started setting things on fire when she was three. That had been the beginning of her isolation, and her magic had only grown exponentially with no training on control or anything. She smiles weakly at Abigail and nods-- she's got this.

Sort of.

Elizabeth exhales and closes her eyes, breathing. It's still hard to not be afraid of embarrassing herself, and so when she waves her hand the entire candle bursts into flame. She jerks back with a little startled sound.

"I'm sorry-- I'm so sorry--!"