It's not handy. Well - it is, but that's the problem. It's too handy, and the more she reaches for it, the more she worries it'll corrupt her. Now's not the time, though.

"It--" isn't serious, she wants to say. But it is. It really, really is, which is why it takes Cinder a moment or two to make herself form the words. "Other - other than Iko, you're the best friend that I've ever had." If she could blush, she knows she'd be doing it right now. She ducks her head instead. "Thank you. And don't die again."