...is it odd to say I find it comforting?

[ the blue flame. even if it's not theirs - its sort of rueful, as he drops the prayer hands and brings one to rest on his heart, staring at it. ]

That... as things here have reached a fevered moment, to see the light of the Flame even like this.

[ he can't summon it, not here. it rests in the sword at his hip, dormant, stolen. but it's here, flickering away, a sign of some kind. it has to be something. ]