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[Firesong is huddled on the ground in the forest, cuddling a brightly glowing Aya. He's shaking slightly , his breathing kept carefully even as he tries to keep his attention centered on what's around him, and not what the rest of the Plane feels like at the moment. The firebird in his arms keeps giving a comforting flute-like coo, false sparks falling from her feathers. Firesong tries to keep his voice even]

I'm all right Aya. [At least he hopes he will be]