Turi stands stock still as the fiery pillar engulfs their brief and unlikely ally. As the brilliance of the blaze dies down and his eyes refocus to the dimmer light of their incarnations, he blinks twice. The youngster blinks a third time, before glancing upward. He spends several seconds staring at the ceiling, trying to find where the flame would have come from.
"I suppose we better. I'm happy enough just to go back up to the sun again." He glances at Lehasti and shrugs. "Shall we?"
He glances back at the unopened door with a mournful expression once more and begins pacing towards the well and the ladder upwards.