Rain patters on the ruins as Navarre carefully lowers his satchel. His black hair is slick with water droplets, but he ignores it, focused on his main task.

"Gods damn it..." He mutters under his breath, kneeling to open the satchel, the leather practically soaked into skin again. "This rain couldn't have come at a worse time..."

There, shivering in the makeshift nest hidden within the leather pack, is you. Well, a version of you. In this form, you appear as nothing more than a soaked bird, your red and orange feathers clinging to your body in a pitiful state.

Navarre pulls his gloves off, bunching his sleeves up to gently scoop you out of the nest, letting his skin help warm up your shivering form. "Don't freeze on me now. You made it this far." He murmurs, cradling your form as he looks around.

He mentally scolds himself, wishing yet again he'd tried to learn at least a simple fire spell when he had the chance. Now, left with nothing but the soaked clothes on his back, the satchel he carries you in, and a single fire stone, he has to make a difficult decision.

He sets you back down, pulling off his cloak and setting it to the side, getting to his more dry tunic and undershirt and pulling them off as well. He sets them down in the middle of the dry dirt, taking the fire stone and setting it on top of the somewhat dry clothes. And within moments-

Fwoosh-!

His tunic is set ablaze, the fire stone fueled on his clothes, creating a small fire. He then takes you again into his arms, resting you on his chest as he gets closer to the fire, desperate to warm you up.

"Damned rain." He mutters again, rubbing your damp feathers as if it'll dry you faster.

You're a Phoenix, after all. Rain may as well be your deadliest adversary. He only hopes you'll get enough strength back to take on your humanoid form. At least then, he could stop worrying about crushing your wings in his hands.