It hurt Rowan when Dawn struggled in his arms, it really did. He held on tightly, making sure he wasn't hurting her. Then again, it was physically impossible for Rowan to inflict pain on anybody. Even if he punched someone in the face, or somebody punched him in the face, the other person would take the effect of his healing power.
He was bringing out her light, although it was trapped in the darkness. No matter how hard he tried, the outline of shadows still persisted around her figure. The blind boy was then struck with a call for help. Gwen was in there, trapped and helpless, and Rowan knew nobody else could hear her.
He took a deep breath, and let his light interweave with her faint glow. It brightened until it consumed his consciousness entirely. Both of them were passing out, but Rowan maneuvered himself just in time so Gwen fell on top of him, shielding her from a hard impact with the ground.
Cilan was awake, and he was entirely aware that Timpani had died. He had seen the others too. It really sucked, since Cilan himself had gotten himself killed fighting Gwen. He revived in the living room, and as he ran to the stairs, he realized Gwen and Rowan were both passed out. At least they hadn't killed each other. Rowan wasn't a mess of blood, nor was Gwen dead... what would being killed by Rowan even look like?
He ran up the stairs loudly. Phoenixes did not need to take precautions. Phoenixes did not need to fear their enemies, or death itself. It was a natural part of their life cycle. "Hey, you disgrace!" he swore loudly and obscenely, to get the enemy's attention. He burst into the room where most of the noise was coming from.
"You hungry or something? Bet you can't get me!"