Rose smiled and ran her hand slightly through the womans hair. "Of course." She helped lift the woman to her feet, keeping her eye on the small glowing flame in the corner. It was beginning to tremble slightly, but that wasn't her main concern at the moment.
She lead Rie over to the wall, setting her down, and leaning her against it. She had run momentarily to a small sliding door not far along the wall, and pulled out a fresh pillow from inside. She slid back over to Rie, guiding her to lay down atop it, to rest herself. Once she was sure the woman was alright, she turned her attention to the circle in the middle of the floor. The flame was beginning to grow slightly in size, continuing to quiver like a soft breeze on a candle. At that point Rose wasn't sure if Rie was conscious or even aware of her surroundings, but she knew the girl would be fine. After all, it wasn't every day someone experienced such an act.
After a few moments, the flame had grown to a fairly large size, continuing to burn on no fuel at all. It was large enough to house a small child, and little did Rie know...
The flame suddenly seemed to flash out of existence, the charm vanished, but the flame didn't leave nothing in it's wake. I suppose the words 'A fire always leaves evidence of it's existence' continued to ring true. Sitting apathetically in the center of where the flame had once been, was a child...
