[No, actually perishing would have been falling into the lava and catching aflame for minutes at a time. The heat was uncomfortable, and disorienting, and yes, even painful. But he’s in one piece, just worn and sweaty and—

Her magic sweeps over time, and he’s not so sweaty anymore.(He’s going to comment on this in a bit, but first-)

Turns his head on the pillow to look at her, weary.]

One thing after another, like they’re still having a laugh at our expense.

[The same old irritation flares, but looking at her, it doesn’t stick as prevalently as it might usually.]

But you helped me, just like you did with the shadows, so… thank you. You were clever with your magic.