...The dog just breathed fire. Is- is that. Is that something- [FOCUS. He exhales, pushing his hands in an outward motion. ] Not important. Breezing past this.

[He doesn't know what the candle's about- in fact he's pretty sure an open flame in a treehouse is a bad idea- but he lets Fern at it. It's his home and maybe it makes him feel better, he doesn't know.

At his comment, Varian's gaze drops downwards, brow furrowing.]

Well, yeah, I was afraid. My best friend had died, it was all my fault and I was freaking out. I was terrified.