The quilava looked up, holding out one paw for the cyndaquil to grab onto.
"We're fine, m'am." the quilava nodded, blinking slowly. She looked back down, and held her other paw out, grabbing her brother's paws and lifting him up.
"Martel...her flames are a different colour..why?" he asked, looking at Abyss. The quilava nudged him gentley.
"Mithos! Don't be rude!"
