While her speaking wouldn't have helped, at this point it's a foregone conclusion what is about to happen, and Soren makes a frustrated noise as his attempts to hold the spell in check for the sake of simply creating a ball of ice for cooling off with fail. The spell is meant to be hurled at enemies where it freezes them and shatters - not to be held as a rudimentary form of air conditioning. And so here, with no target to be aimed at, the orb simply cracks and then shatters. The fragments quickly melt, but they do sting or leave small cuts where they hit bare skin.

Soren scowls and mutters a few choice curses (something about Ashera and Yune), glaring at Hazel as if it's all her fault. (It isn't. He knows it isn't. But she's there and he's frustrated. To go from having complete or near complete mastery over the elemental magic back home to being a mere novice here grates on him to no end.) Or perhaps he's simply daring her to comment. He wipes his hands off on his robes. The fabric is dark, so what's a little blood? Besides, the moogle had said something about having another Job available - white mage to this black mage. He can only presume healing is involved. Hope healing is involved, anyway, so he can deal with this on his own time.