[Hades has seen more than enough by watching alone, but he grudgingly accepts the wisteria flower. His hold on it is careful and light as he begins turning it over in his hand to confirm that it is indeed whole and solid and also not leaking aether everywhere. It would seem that the magick was all tied together neatly enough in the end, even if the shaping process was drawn out a little long. That, he suspects, will improve with practice.]

[He sees nothing wrong here, and so he folds his arms, careful not to crush the flower in the process.]

Fine. Cast Fire on me.

[And before Hythlodaeus can protest too much, he adds:]

It will be far easier to tell what you're doing wrong if you direct your aether towards me, that's all. Don't look so stunned - you will do me no harm, so cast it as you always have.