Shaking his head slightly, Ishamael rose to his feet.

"And yet the hour is late, and we both ought to rest lest our tempers turn foul."

Glancing over to the fire, Ishamael pressed index finger to his thumb as if snuffing a candle. The blaze extinguished soundlessly, leaving the room in chill darkness.

"We cannot leave it burning overnight, it is a hazard."

Offering a hand to her to help her up, he spoke softly.

"It will soon be far too cold to remain here."