He takes her hand and wraps his fingers around his wrist. He hums after a moment, nods to himself, and let's go, turning to the workshop. He grabs a metal pot and homemade sandpaper to line the inside, and grabbing the carnelian. Tossing it inside the pot and then grabbing a lid. Pitching the top to the body until he makes two spot welding marks.

Fire encases the pot then and it starts to spin in the air, moved by the fire gripping it.

Then he digs through the metal they've been collecting, looking through it until he finds some pieces of cobalt. He gathers a large handful, cupping his hands over it, and then blowing into it, fire erupting over his hands for bout half a minute until he straightens up and starts stretching and twisting the metal.

He's certainly doing

Something.