"I'm used to what they do, not used to them being real." Maya finds something to lean. It's a thready line, to be used to the impossible but only labeled as impossible. That it's there, but you always thought it wasn't. A contradiction that Maya still hasn't lost.

"What did you mean by elemental combat?" If what she hears is real, then it would be best to catalog all she hears into what it attaches to. Noises outside of just the sound of a person, their magics, it might benefit her. To know sounds other than flames and demons.