"...I have not often done so in the presence of allies," Felwinter admits. It's a big admission, really. Most anything he's resorted to back home have been on the offensive. It's always been him and Felspring.

He holds up a sticky hand, a glow welling there in his palm, this time a warm yellow rather than the almost ghostly negative energy of voidlight.

"You will not burn."

At least he sounds confident in this, not that saying such a thing is very confidence-inspiring, but he leaves little room to argue as he brings his other hand up to gather the glowing light between them both, spreading his arms as it expands. It's brilliant, and the warmth seems somehow bearable as it engulfs them in a searing golden light.

It surrounds them like an aura, it seeps in and seems to erase any fatigue, clearing the mind, providing a refreshing boost to abilities as applicable. It's not quite controlled in the way Dustin has in mind, but the Radiance still serves to make short work of the lingering stickiness that holds them together.