"Eien!" Saibrah shrieked, almost extinguishing the Pyroclastic Torrent in his right hand to offer to the boy. He withdrew as Eien recovered but didn't pry any further; Saibrah had expected it would only be a matter of time until the mist and whatever foul magic accompanied it would start affecting the two. "What was it? What's troubling yo-" 

He found himself stammering the last of his worries as he was met face to face with the spectral image of Kimlee. Immediately he suspected it was a cheap trick of the mist's, and raised one hand to attempt to banish it with the spell he'd been charging, but was stopped when she spoke. It was definitely Kimlee, or at least her essence, and she hadn't come to twist their minds into agony. Most of his trepidation evaporated as Eien complied with the ethereal projection of his own sister. 

Mind still racing and full of questions, Saibrah couldn't find the capacity for words, a problem he wasn't quite used to having. With a sigh as he untensed his body, Saibrah quelled his anxiety and followed the two deeper into the mist.