Hand in hand, they slowly make their way down the stairs, careful not to trip on their robes. Talia takes in all the candles flickering with a pure white flame. So many candles, just as there was so many ribbons in the tree. With him, she takes his other hand, looking nervously to him. She has never directed fire before. She syncs her breathing with his, letting him focus on materlizing his inner fire while she gives it energy.