The hour feels both far longer and far shorter than it actually is, and Siebren finds himself with a notebook and pen, attempting to put thoughts and information in order (for the second time, frustratingly, as the first notebook he'd used to do this had abruptly disappeared. Everything is transient, it seems).

He startles at the sudden flame but does not move. Hopefully - hopefully - Caleb will come to his senses before things become violent.

He does, and Siebren breathes a sigh of relief as Caleb sits up. He seems to be a bit more cogent, at least. "They rarely do, in my experience. How are you feeling?"