"Just ignore him," Roger advises.

"What does it want?"

The woman with the plush toy walks—or floats, her toes aren't quite touching the ground—over to Tainel. "She is a friend, and her touch will help," she explains.

Tainel obligingly pokes her, giving a reassuring smile.

"I want the health, flourishing and happiness of all sapient life. To those ends I need to regain my full inventory of powers in this world, which I can't do without, ah. Making more lava. And I'd rather not do it in the middle of your lovely street."

"Why does he," and he points at Tainel, "need to touch me for this?"

(The other combatant that isn't wearing any armour goes to be poked too.)

(As does the armoured one.)

(He is perfectly happy to poke people.)

"Before he died," and there's just a hint of irritation at the word, "I metaphysically gave him a bit of my power. He then carried enough of me here so that I could grab hold and drag more of myself here so that I could speak. Usually I do all of the poking myself, but that isn't viable right now without making a gigantic mess of your street, so he's filling in."

"...that doesn't answer the question and it's very suspicious that you're not answering my question."

("I would really strongly recommend not trying to convince him," Roger whispers.)

Can a puddle of lava look a little bit pained? She's making the attempt.

"... God reasons," she sighs. "You don't need to poke him if you don't want to."

"I'll do without, thanks."

"Alright, we've got a party, shall we get going?"

"Yes, please." The pool of lava spits out another rock, this time in Roger's direction. "Fortunately, I am quite portable."

He catches it, then starts casting a long spell on himself that ends with him being covered by a faint purple forcefield.

Cecilia begins to cast various protective and enhancement spells on the whole party, with a whole lightshow accompanying it.

Wei Lin casts a spell that covers her in a yellow forcefield and unsheathes a broadword and a kite shield from her back.

Xander pulls his shirt open and off, leaving it hanging by the belt, and begins making various quick gestures with his hands that make his muscled and scarred body pulsate and glow with concentrated power.

And Yoo Taehee casts a spell on Wei Lin's sword and Alexander's fists then covers herself in the same purple forcefield Roger did.

"Alright. Let's go, then."

"Good luck!"

Tainel is absolutely fascinated by this clear display of magic, but he's still dealing with a language barrier, and his translator is still busted, so. Oh well. One day!! He has forever. Again.

Tisvetaia's rock is smooth obsidian, sharp edges all carefully smoothed out. It is faintly warm, and as promised: quite portable.