It's not anything Rakka will understand, but anyone who thinks that Agatha is cute is already a good person in her books.

It's not long before the flames have started to build up, helped along by Agatha and some assorted wood scraps Rakka found while she was out. It wouldn't be long before they could feel a strong warmth in the cave.

"Yes, thank you, Agatha." She says, the ghost candle chirping in acknowledgement as it spat a few more embers onto the flames.

"I think we might be okay... for now."