Of course Brian heard the sound of lightning discharging, the thundercrack, and would immediately rush back into her room.  "Liz what the FUCK!" he screamed before going over to the bathroom, trying to figure out some way to get water from there into the bedroom.  There was a cup, somewhere, had to be.  There's always some type of cup in the bathroom!  He'd rummage through beneath the sink and come up with some type of cup, a small wooden one, and filled it quickly with water.  Then he ran back into the bedroom and threw the little bit of water in the cup on the curtain.<br/><br/>"What in the HELL was that?" Brian asked.  However, as the fire continued to spread, a quick chant would be muttered from behind both Brian and Liz.  Water appeared and simply doused the curtain in its entirety as a voice, dark and soothing, came from behind the pair.  "I'm away for a few hours and my apprentice is already setting fire to the room," said with a sigh.  "And her brother is yelling loud enough to wake the dead.  Dear gods and goddesses, you two."  And there stood Cayn, seemingly healed from his wounds, shaking his head in amazement.