Fire would nod at this direction, curious to know what was going to happen.  The stare was unnerving, but not nearly so much as the feeling of having his soul simply detached and torn away from his body.  It was not entirely pleasant, and something which Fire could never get used to.  His soul, that sacred essence, the very thing that WAS Fire, never enjoyed being tampered with in any way.<br/>His body, slumped on the ground, was nothing more than lifeless meat now, free for Tamara's taking if she wanted.  Or if Bitsa let her.  But the spirit was not so calm.  When not in the anchoring form of a body, that soul raged and flared, 'burning' to the ethereal touch and panicking to escape whatever clutched it.  WIth whatever shreds of control the gryphon had, he sought to keep his rage and wild instincts down, for the sake of peace and to prevent unjury.   Likely the nod of assent was lost in all the struggling.