It takes some nerve to reach his hand out to the flaming door, and Inric shuts his eyes - not only to protect them from the fire and ash, but also to better convince himself that they are not there, that there is no heat, no burning. If he cannot convince himself, how can he convince reality? Time stretches out as he reaches, both physically and magically. In the real world, Copper outruns Anvar to leap between Inric and a Broghan man who looks like he's about to interfere. Copper hisses and extends his threat display. Anvar knows what his uncle is trying, and any distraction would be fatal. He runs harder, arriving in time to back up the bookwyrm. "Get back!" he shouts, trusting the intention to be clear even if the man doesn't understand his words.