An illusion? [ Tama simply sits there, almost passively curious at the pointing, but sure enough...the full form doesn't illicit nearly as dire of a reaction in him as the tendrils did. If anything, it looks more like something's clicked for him, and he sits up a little straighter. ]

You...really are a candle. [ He can accept that pretty readily; it's the temptation to want to reach out and see if the flames are hot that he has to keep under control. Thankfully he's gotten better about those impulses, but he's also painfully intrigued. ] Does it feel strange? I...guess actually, that kind of question wouldn't make sense to someone used to being a candle...but is it hot? [ He gestures to the actual lines of wax. ] I know about todaiki, but not much...so there's at least something equivocal in stories I'm familiar with. I'd be a pretty poor writer if I screamed over everything.