For whatever it was worth, there was no hint of anger in his voice. Regret, certainly, bringing her out here only to turn back, playing with power, but no anger for it and certainly not at her.

"I-I know," He says. "I'm sorry." He tries to rise to stand but between the flame and the drain of his energy into that spell and staying normal, he's quickly dropping back down again, hard onto the stone step. This is what he gets, forgetting his cane inside.

So much for quick escape if something went wrong. He scrubs at his face with a hand.

Alright Héctor. No running. Think for once.

"You're... a candle, right?"