[ His smile broadens, both at her obvious delight (at what specifically, he's not entirely sure, but does it matter as long as she's happy?) and the part where she confirms she'll go at the speed he wants to. That she's flexible that way.

Also, the part where the hard work is done? (The hard work that she did almost all of, but that's just semantics.) That's as good a reason as any to smile, too. Amos steps in to gather up those last chunks of vine, heading back over to the pile he's got assembled to get ready for proper disposal, shooting her a look over his shoulder first. ]

Fuck, I hope so. It'd probably take at least a couple days to clear the city out proper, but this ain't a bad start at all. [ Because that's what it is — a start, with more work sure to be on the way. Amos exhales, crouching down to finish arranging everything. ] Really can't thank you enough for this.

[ Because yes, it's technically only a start — but it really is a damn good one, judging by the pile of plant matter assembled. With a grunt Amos rightens himself and steps back, a loose, sweeping gesture indicating what should soon become kindling. At least he's still smiling a little. ]

If you wanna do the honours.

[ Because only one of them has any fire magic, and it's not him! Besides, she deserves the reward of setting stuff on fire after all of this. At least it sure feels like it'd be a reward; fucking plants, man. ]