... An odd question. Wrathion lifts one hand and pools fire into it, a controlled ball of flame which casts flickering light into the narrow space.

"I don't believe I mentioned specifics," he admits, "but you'll be quite safe with me."

Said with easy confidence, as if it's not at all in question. It isn't, to Wrathion. There are limited outcomes for this scenario where he would not be able to protect her, and he doesn't consider most of them likely.

"Do you fear the collapse building, or what we might find within it?"