While it isn't as cold as it was when he arrived, while he'd been cultivating a case of exposure before he even woke in the fountain's depths--the charge in the air has been building for some time. He doesn't know how to say: a man died of lightning. Yes he does, he knows he does, but there's a numb tingle in his lips and his limbs. Too tired, too much information. The air is dry and crackling on his skin, and her feelings are not very different.

He shakes his head, but that isn't an answer. "You're in a canyon full of dried out brush from a long winter, and lightning storms have already set two fires and--"

Killed a man.

"I'm going inside, if you follow I can tell you more, or someone else can, just. Don't stay out here."