Some hooked arms around them both, pulling them close against his side. Where to go, where to go?! Not down. Down called to him, the safety of caves and depths, but the lava would go down, wouldn't it? Would drown everyone below them all in molten burning stone.

The roof! No, he hadn't tried teleporting there before, and his mistake with the barriers the other day made him scared - if he bounced off another shield he couldn't perceived, he could take them all into the path of the lava. Short jump, then. Into the stairwell itself. It was sturdy, it had stone walls.

"Hold tight," he said, forcing the mask into place, and took them. His teleportation was smooth. There was nothing to be felt in the dislocation between space and space, no moment of nothing or wrenching sensation. But he didn't quite manage to find the floor at the other end, popping them into being a few feet above the steps. The drop was nothing for him, but for the girls?