[RE] light it up, up.

MELITA

There was no use screaming or howling into the void; her senses were merely movement and motion, the fight or flight panic driving her onward, Fangorn clutched in her arms. Her weapons were useless for these moments, and she knew it, understood it, and though any other time she would’ve headed straight for the blaze with her own effervescent entity, child of the sands, daughter of the dunes, she’d be useless in these exploits. Instead, she followed the rest, out into the open void (the monsters were all she could think), threading her way into the middle of the luxere. Listening to the swell of song, trying not to cry, not to fall apart, not to sear and simmer like the rest of the beautiful building, she hummed beneath her breath, along the overtures, attempting to do something in the peril.

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Melita goes outside and tries to help keep the luxere calm too.

She's so hard to please
But she's a forest fire