[ tessla's touch is gentle as she cradles his hand between her own. he lets the blades shift into something smaller, the metal malleable under his own control. ]

No, it doesn't hurt. I just have to concentrate more. [ his head tilts, eyes focused on the metal slowly shifts in little ripples, the sharp edges blunted. ] It's hard to describe, but... mhm. [ he turns his hand over between tessla's, palm facing up. the metal melts from between his knuckles to gather in a small pool of glittering gray and silver. ]

This planet has little bits of metal in the sands and rocks, and I can pull them towards me. Sort of like a magnet, I guess. I'm going to keep training until I have perfect control.

[ the power to protect what is important to him. he looks up to tessla, then to vash with the smallest pull of a smile. ]