As he experienced each of the memories, he sighed. He didn't want her to feel this pain. After a while he noticed the figures sitting beside the coals. He sighed as he looked at the coals, realizing, fairly quickly, what it was. Once again he reached inside himself but this time, it wasn't to his memories. It was to his own energy. He pulled it, with great effort, out into his hand. Even his mental self was sweating with the effort it took to gather enough energy to attempt to rekindle the fires.<br/><br/>He fought with the energy in his body, fought and fought until finally he was able to push a little toward the fireplace. By the time he had done that he seemed exhausted but then a sudden energy filled him and he felt the energy leak from him into the surrounding library. The energy flowed and ebbed as if it were a gentle Ocean. In fact, the energy did so to the point that the image of him standing in the library was glowing, the glowing dimming and brightening with the ebb and flow of the energy. He didn't recognize the energy as his own or any other energy he'd ever felt, but he hoped that it would help.