[Talon recoils from the touch for a moment, alarmed by the feeling. Alarmed, but not particularly repulsed. He's felt magic before, wielded it. This particular brand of it, not so much, but he can't be picky about who or what saves his life. This creature is not harmful - to him. And that is what matters.]
[He catches on to the question easily enough. His breath hitches a little, a sound that is actually audible through the breathing filter. How many? Too many. Too many now, too many then, too many always.]
Th-three. Hate to say it but they're probably dead. [Or unconscious, and so lost to the inferno all the same.] We can't...we...th-they're...
[We can't stay here. He can't stay here. They're dead, or dying, and he can't face the smell of burning flesh again.]
no subject
[He catches on to the question easily enough. His breath hitches a little, a sound that is actually audible through the breathing filter. How many? Too many. Too many now, too many then, too many always.]
Th-three. Hate to say it but they're probably dead. [Or unconscious, and so lost to the inferno all the same.] We can't...we...th-they're...
[We can't stay here. He can't stay here. They're dead, or dying, and he can't face the smell of burning flesh again.]