There was time to call it, and then there was no time at all. Cain figured he could come up with something he had to, but getting the healer's attention would be easier than getting Cain's all told. Cain was the one moving about and making a theoretically difficult target to flag down, after all.

Thankfully, Cain noticed the wave and made his way over when all was said and done. There was the obvious soot and smudges and smoke hanging about in his clothes and on his skin; he was coughing lightly as his body worked to fix everything that had gone wrong with it in his repeated checks of the building, including more burns, scratches and light bruising. "Everything okay?" he asked, suppressing a cough to keep from interrupting himself.