[At first, Caitlyn thinks he's asking whether she has a light, and she drops her hand from the rifle's barrel to reach behind her to the torch strapped to the side of the rifle case. She's turning back to hand it to him when the blue flame appears over his palm.
Ah. He's a mage, with no need for a torch.
Awkwardly, she puts hers away.]
We'd best be on our way, then.
[And hopefully the basement isn't flooded.
She starts sloshing her way onward, not really sure where she's going but certainly determined to go there.]
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Ah. He's a mage, with no need for a torch.
Awkwardly, she puts hers away.]
We'd best be on our way, then.
[And hopefully the basement isn't flooded.
She starts sloshing her way onward, not really sure where she's going but certainly determined to go there.]