Liri runs to Keltan, holds him with desperate relief.
LIRI: Oh, thank GOD!
KELTAN: It’s all right, darling, all right.
LIRI: I mean, I knew we never burnt easily, but …
KELTAN: Well, I guess we just … don’t burn, huh?
LIRI: Oh my God, are you all right?
IPOLA: I’m … no, not really.