[Splat]

On Pseok's graph of how much he liked people, Roland had just dropped off the bottom. The human had no idea what he had just put himself into.
Still stuck as a phoenix, he groaned when Blaze lost consciousness.
Pseok: "Oh Air, he's gonna die! Unless you get him out of this tent right now he's gonna die! This thing'll be up in a minute and it'll all be over!"
He could already feel himself growing tired from floating in the air unmoving. He was already despairing by learned instinct and now one of those guys was unconscious there was basically no point in them trying to get out in time. His body actually seemed to be growing tired, faster than it should have been. He felt completely drained, very different from the way tiredness slowly crept up on him when he felt so strong, as it usually did when this happened.
He swayed, struggling to stay up.
He whined: "Roland... what did you do to me?" He swayed and dropped a few metres closer to the flamable-looking floor. He felt so tired... why should he even bother to stay up?
His flaming feathers were less than a metre from setting the tent alight.