Kain tried to be as reassuring to the little one as he could in the circumstances, hard to do in the midst of such chaos. But still. The brown was welcome to remain there for as long as he needed.

Meanwhile, he was also conversing with Zephith, the two of them working together to avoid some terrible near-misses, either by simply flying away or going between. So far, so good, even as it had become more intense up there.

Then another strand, unnoticed, got to Kain. He cried out as it singed his back, the dragon whirling around to burn the offending Thread.