Drake/Chloe/Quen/Cian/Open
Quen's next spell was almost completely charged when she heard Drake's frantic yell. She redirected her spell to the sound of his voice, assuming it was an emergency—people didn't just ask to be burned for the fun of it—and assuming that Drake knew what was best. Chloe seemed to trust him, after all. The toad could wait.
She was gratified when she sensed that the spell had caught, and felt the heat of the fire against her exposed skin as it arced over to where she'd heard Drake yell. Now all she had to do was hope he would be okay. She fought the urge to run to his side and check on him. She knew that she could be most helpful staying put and charging the next Fire spell.