Nimue shout at him had immediately brought the Druid boy out of his trance. He couldn't have helped it, it was hard not to look at it. He knew it was destructive, dangerous. But he was also in awe od the power from it. An element that could bring warmth and improve life.. could also destroy. Ohh, oh, look how it just spreads over wood as if hungry! But he had quickly snapped out of his state, seeing her blast the door with ice power. He felt pleased at that, knowing he had been practicing with that element on his own. He didn't seem to be getting much instruction on it of late, so he'd opted for exploring it himself.
Mordred slowly made his way to the open doorway of the house that would lead outside. As he got close, he saw flamed once again licking at the wooden frame and floor, once more a wall of flame barring the path to freedom. OKAY. That did it, he wasn't so much in awe of it anymore, his annoyance beginning to change to calm anger. His eyes flashed as he mumbled under his breath, exercising his inner will. And then.. almost immediately, the door opening's fire seemed to separate, parting like a curtain, as he stepped through the opening. Once he was outside, the flames began to rise once more behind him. And now he just stood there. He didn't know, who had caused it? Or did anyone at all? It could have been an accident for all anyone knew. Then he looked up and saw Merlin there. Ohhh. Of course he was, he had been inside, but that hadn't registered until now since he was entranced at the time.
"Great, there goes my night of quiet reading." He now saw Amy.. and Nimue. But the look on her face. He could sense fear from her. A part of his mind was curious as to why she had not gone back to get him. Like he should by angered. But then his rational side said that maybe she knew he was strong enough in magics to handle it. He really didn't know what to think. But still. He saw that look, as though accusatory in a fear, mixed with dear as well. He blinked in confusion, a silent shrug type reaction on him. Why was she looking at him that way, he was confused by it. It was also the type of look that he suspected a child would get when they were in big trouble. Which baffled him, since he had done nothing tonight. The expression also felt very familiar as if he saw it before, but from whom, it had not yet registered with him. But at least they were all unharmed now. "...What? Is my cloak on fire?" He didn't feel it was. No, the flames had completely moved around him in there.