“Yes,” Regulus said. The only justification he felt he needed to give right at this moment. In the middle of a siege. Spearheaded against a wrathful and powerful fanatic. Controlling an army of undead currently crawling all over the farmhouse.

“Good, I’ll need your help from it getting out of control. I'll do my best to control the direction it burns, but if an undead breaks free from the group and lights something not-undead on fire, I need you to douse it.”