Alric smiles reassuringly, sympathetic but optimistic, and nods understandingly.

"I suppose it only manifested recently, then. I had the mixed blessing that mine began to appear from quite a young age."

He doesn't go into that any more--he expects Leo can perfectly well figure out for himself the balance between more time to learn and being a little kid with a lot more abilities than self-control.

He does, however, demonstrate: holding his hand out--away from the limbs and trunk of the tree--it's wreathed briefly in a crackling, arcing violet light that quickly coalesces with a flash into a humming, shimmering sphere about the size of a ping-pong ball, hovering in the palm of his hand.

"...fortunately, it was quite weak at first, but suffice to say, as a child, I was something of a handful. .......and a fire hazard."

At any rate, it's obviously not too much of a sore point, if he can poke fun at himself about it, so odds are nothing all that terrible happened.