Xander didn't object to being called a Liberi, so in Ifrit's mind that cements it. Finally, a race that makes sense.

But now it's time to get down to business, and when the business is fire, Ifrit's always ready. "And I cast Arts from Originium, which my body has plenty of." She shifts Sven's hoodie to her right arm so that she can tap one of the black stones growing out of the skin in her left. "I make fire with it."

She, notably, has not actually put on the offered hoodie. Because she's pretty warm as it is, and if she's about to make some fire to test out these enchantments or wards or sternly-lectured-cloth, it's going to get a lot warmer.