He listened to her story, quietly, intently.  While his story had been met with some form of sympathy, he simply brushed it off, he didn't desire it, because he didn't need to.  Her story, however, showed him that they lived practically polar opposite childhoods and it confirmed one thing for him; she had power.  Enough power to even take over an unwilling being, if only she knew what true water elementals could do.

"My father once told me, that born, blessed, or cursed, once we have our powers, it has become a part of who we are." Kyle looked to Grace "You had an accident, you lost control, it happens, and unfortunately those around you were unable to understand it." He remained quiet for a bit, choosing his next words carefully.

"Grace, I'm sorry for what happened to you, but...don't be afraid of [i]who[/i] you are and what powers you possess.  You're a good person at heart, I can tell that and I have no reason to fear you, even with your level of power."

He sipped at his tea again, he could tell stories to Grace about the times he's lost control of his powers, how he's nearly burned down more things than he could count.  Kyle's face became somewhat sullen at the thoughts.