[The only surprise Wan showed was that the Outsider apparently felt the need to put a crown on his head before drawing forth the element of fire. But if that's how he did it, that's how he did it. Wan shrugged and stood up, leaving his blanket on his bed.]

I can go find some. Give me a minute.

[He said it even as he was walking off. A flame of his own lighting up over the palm of his right hand to give himself a light to see by while the snow under his feet actually melted in the wake of his steps. He ended up taking several minutes, about ten, to gather an armful of still wet sticks of decent size. He wasn't worried about drying them out and the Outsider's flame was enough light to guide him back when he had to put his own out to hold the wood.

Wan yawned as he set the pile down in the middle of the small clearing, then melted the snow away with a few waves of his arms. The water in the wood came out as well. Most of it, anyway. With another yawn, he gestured for the Outsider to light it as his leisure.]

I was wondering what was wrong with the birds. Usually they don't act so strangely.