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? IPOLA: Hello? LIRI: Oh my God, are you all right? IPOLA: I’m … no, not really.