Jason watches, open-mouthed, and only thinks to close it when he realizes even his breath could undo her work. "That's you?" he questions, softly now, and feels a smile tug at his mouth. He just totally fucked up his hut, and his back aches like nobody's business, but this is...this is cool, and Eden has a handle on it. It's not that surprising when he thinks about it.

"You're good at it already," he grins. "How do you control it?"