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Saras’ took a few steps into the room, making out shapes that emerged from under plaster and rubble and those who hadn’t been hurt. A light had filled the room, restoring his sight, and he drew his hands to his mouth, tightly balled so that he wouldn’t start to cry. He wanted to… but knew that it wouldn’t be productive.

Marz appeared through the disapating gloud of dust that had been raise, a opsided grin on his face before he hugged her, hands rubbing his back. Saras felt himself calming and chewed his lip, eyes still peering into the room. "I bet you never had a master that went off adventuring and getting himself into dangerous situations before huh?"

Saras’ answer was a pathetic sound with a slightly affirmative feel. But he wasn’t crying. Marz told him that Ravin was fine, and although at first he couldn’t see him, Saras forced himself to believe him. He was still here, after all. Only until Ravin made his wish or if he died, could Saras be sent back to the flask. He’d knon that Ravin hadn’t been dead, but that hadn’t made him feel better. It was only when he saw Valhorek help him out of some rubble, did he feel better. Saras promised himself that when they next stopped for a break, he would make Ravin a mug of his special, delicious tea.

Jeremy appeared just as Marz kissed his forehead, and calmness was returning. Saras didn’t want to cry as much, since he saw that his friends were ok. Or, weren’t too badly injured.

“The torch was knocked out of my hand by one of those big bats that flew out the door," he said. "But, I found it after Laurel made some light." Jeremy held the torch out in front of him. "Can you use your fire magic to light it again, or should I hunt through my pack for a Bic lighter?"

Instead of lighting the torch, Saras flung his arms around Jeremy and hugged him close. “You always make me worry about you!” he said after hugging his fright tightly. Again, Saras was glad he hadn’t started to cry, although he felt happy, instead of sad, and didn’t quite understand why he would cry because he was happy. Saras just figured that it was because he was used to crying at the drop of a pin and was generally far too emotional.

After releasing Jeremy, he looked at the torch that Jeremy held and cupped his hands, holding them close to his heart. Saras was still for a moment and said some quiet words in another language, and then opened his hand towards the end of the rag-wrapped torch. A flicker of flame, no larger then that from a candle licked and danced in his hands. Saras nudged it with his thumb the way a mother hen nudged baby chicks. “go on. It’s tasty… it will make you burn big and strong!” he said. When the flame hesitated again, Saras drew his hands up to his lips and kissed it, completely unharmed. The flame had come from within himself and was truly a part of him. Finally the Flame leapt onto the oily rag and began to burn, and Saras smiled proudly.

The moment after he had smiled proud and maternally, he glomed onto Jeremy’s arm, happy that his friend was unhurt. “I couldn’t see you…I thought you might be hurt.” he said, chewing his lip. “I mean, I was worried about everyone, but if something happens to Ravin, I’ll vanish, and I don’t want to vanish yet. I like it here!”

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