Seeing Suri take off into the water, Kellus turn back to Jaku when she asks for a fire.  Heading outside with Arkain, he starts to pick up a couple random sticks but looks up at the tree where Arkain is pointing.  “Yes, that shouldn’t be too much of a problem.”<br/><br/>Walking over to the tree, he looks up at the branches for a moment, then puts his hand against the tree.  Closing his eyes, he concentrates for a few seconds.  Abruptly, a good number of the dead branches simply drop off the tree, clattering to the ground.  Looking over at Arkain, there’s a slight smile on his face.  “All you need to do is ask the right way.”<br/><br/>Grabbing what he can carry, Kellus heads back inside only to see Jaku let out a rather surprised-looking Marc.  As more and more of his body emerges from Jaku’s maw, he almost drops the wood he’s carrying in surprise.  He hadn't thought that Jaku was doing that simply to carry Marc around, and he's starting to get the impression that they know each other somehow.<br/><br/>As Arkain gets the fire going, Kellus looks around, thinking to himself.  “If you wanted something to warm up with, I can do better than just a fire.”  Kneeling, Kellus puts both his hands flat on the ground, and begins murmuring something softly to himself.  A small tremor passes through the room, and a large, flat stone about twenty feet across seems to rise up about an inch from the ground underneath him.  Spreading his hands, he softly calls out to Pyrion, his fire fury.  Sending him into the stone below him, it begins to heat up slowly until it’s radiating a palpable aura of heat.  “How’s that?”  Although he doesn’t show it much, the day’s exertions are taking their toll, and Kellus is just as happy to be able to be able to relax as Jaku is.