[ In this, at least, Flynn can aim a confident smile at Olympia and mean it. ]

If anything goes wrong, I'll be able to heal us at least a little. The goddess answers at least those prayers.

[ He isn't sure how, even now, but that's what his magic feels like: a call for help from a deity he barely knows and who listens all the same. They may be out of reach of all other help but here, at least, he's sure she'll answer.

Even so, Olympia is right about one thing: they haven't any gloves, and if anything is in there, it's bound to be incredibly hot. ]

If we can do it without getting hurt, though... perhaps if we layered enough fabric, and then one of us blew as hard as we could to minimize the flames...

[ You're doing great, you two. ]