Trystan sighed, hiding his shaky hands in his pockets. "Yes, let's. And it's not the fire I'm worried about." He looked at the ground, walking towards their room. When he opened the door, he peeked in, making sure there was no one inside. "Like I said, although I don't like fire, it's not the fire I'm woried about. It's the threat of me being taken back." He looked out a window, trying to get his hands steady.