Safety was an illusion for those who were corporeal to this world, but Mia's need for it was simple, and Phoenix, in her own way did not want to damage her new child further by ignoring the woman's plea for such a thing. She could not remove the girl without an acceptable amount of desire to leave.

Mia needed this place.

A simple thought. A simple hope, and it all forced the creature of fire into a different mindset. This was currently unneeded. This change was settled, and for the moment, unimportant.

Not yet. Not now.

She nodded, wrapping arms around the girl who clung to her. Support, love, adore, cherish. These things were necesary. Destruction of this place, for now, was not.

And that's when the fires began to die down. Life started to settle in, and Phoenix looked around at the destruction she had created. It would contiune, but not just yet.

For now, she needed to carry her daughter inside and put her to bed. The illusioned figment was right. Now was time for bed, not wakefullness.