As her stomach emptied, she could feel the blistering heat in the air. Her eyes had started to tear up from the sour smoke. The screams quickly started dying out as she had nothing else to puke out. A pair of hands managed to help her up with great effort, and she tiredly turned around only to see Theon handing her back her cane. His gaunt face looked hollow yet undisturbed by the surrounding fire. In the end, everyone else that followed her ran, and only he stayed back to help her. But would he truly have done so if he had not longed to end his agonising existence for a long time? She looked around, only to see everything around them was burning, yet for some reason, neither did the surrounding fire spread towards them, nor the dragon belched fire in their direction.