"Lets hope so and that there isn't something else that can spew fire on the island," he laughed, trying to lighten the mood, but it only went to prove to both of them that was a skill that both of them might as well have lacked compared to Tommy.  "Magic is something that comes naturally to some, others have to study it," he added, tightening the robes around him.  "When I became an acolyte, I was amazed at what the high priest was able to do.  I so wanted to do that... I spent free moment reading anything I could, watching and learning... probably why I'm no good with a weapon.  But every time I look at you, I can tell it really is just in your blood."  He smiled, glancing at Tommy.<br/><br/>"You know why I insisted you two stay with me?  Not because I didn't want two spellcasters in a grudge, but because I feel safer with you around.  You two are the only others on the island that would understand me.  I didn't want to get lonely."  He looked back at her and smiled.  "Well, I ought to go and get some sleep," he interuptted himself abruptly, taking another deep breath and standing.  He bowed slightly. "He'd rather have you at his side than me," he commented and laughed, stroking his growing stubble beard, "You know where I am if you need anything.  Good night."  He stepped out of the tent, leaving Valla alone with the resting Tommy.