Since I woke up, I've found another layer to my sight. Sometimes. It's how I can tell the way back. [He turns and points behind him.]

It seems tied to the same reason I'm a living source of fire. I don't know how to call it forth. But I tried to focus just now, and all the names vanished from the tombstones. One by the far wall gives off a sense of fire, just like my own.

[He cups his hands and wills that sense of heat to his palms. Heat and flame burst up between his fingers, then settles down into a tiny candle flame. He isn't hurt.