[ The imagery that leaks over the connection isn't unwelcome, (his mind is is open to anything and everything, a black pit devoid of light and color, collecting more by the day) though it makes little sense at first. He's quiet as he puzzles through what's being shown, and it isn't until he recalls a similar shared image of fire that the pieces come together. ]

Oh! You're a blaster caster! Then of course you must be excellent at bringing down strong foes. Although we must be careful about what we show off here. I've bolstered fire users in battle before, but've had little opportunity to provide support here. Too many prying ears and eyes.

[ He takes that tense arm in his and pats it, but then slips out of his grip again. The boy has made it clear by his handling that he has no clue how to lead, but he isn't upset. Gildor takes it upon himself to re-arrange them, easily and patiently. He settles with a hand gently holding the crook of Bakugo's elbow, which is all he really needs until they're out of the sand. ]

Here. Like this is better, if you don't mind. Is that alright?

As for your new abilities, I was talking about... ah... [ He lifts his cane and motions to tap the side of his head with it, lightly. ]