To Inric, eyes still shut, the shouting is distant and unimportant. The door is before him, cool and unburned, and there are no flames. There is no fire. He feels the twist of the magic at work, and his hand lands on the door - not cool or unburned, but not burning, and that is the important thing. He wavers on his feet at the sudden relief, and the door swings open. Anvar and his opponent both look round in shock. Kelyn is standing there, eyes wide, one hand bloody but otherwise unharmed. "Did I - I did - magic?" she says, but nobody listening understands Sennen. Which is probably for the best.