Olivier was relieved that Nova could make do with the flames on her own. It meant he wouldn't have to babysit the rare Wielder up to the finish line. It was also a good sight that all the fighting went well with her. The last thing Olivier wanted on his hands was a shell shocked dreamer.
As the shorter man he recognized came closer and started speaking, Olivier remembered the incident. In hindsight, it was a very funny story. He basically semi-randomized eight contracts for Abraham and the seven from the gang, and Abraham came out of it alive, with little more than seven years shaved off his lifespan, by pure chance. He wasn't going to ever admit that, of course.
It was also great that the Arguillan offered himself to relieve some of their pressure when the abnormally large ants appeared. Now, Olivier thought it might be another illusion, but you can never be too sure. And, in any case, he had his own problems to worry about - a ring of dispersed flame, encroaching on both him and Nova. The girl poised herself defensively at his back, ready to endure the flames. This was good - she really was starting to trust him a significant amount. Anyhow, the problem at hand was rather easy to evade.
While the flames around were too chaotic to counterspell (which requires analysis), he could fade them down enough that they resembled no more than a hot vent or a smoke screen. Then, closing his eyes with a whispered "Close your eyes so loose cinders won't damage them, and follow me, dear." to his companion, Olivier gently took Nova's hand into his own and walked casually out of the smoke, his Dark Wielding extending his senses and allowing him to perceive his environment perfectly, even with closed eyes.
Once they were out, Olivier saw a water wielder with heterochromia cutting down trees with strands of water, trying to pick the annoying fire wielder off. She didn't seem too happy about what she was doing, however, which led the Contractor to believe that she, too, saw the pointlessness of all this fighting. Another non-idiot, then. After her tree cutting, she retreated to a darker side of the jungle, with overarching trees. Ironically, it was dark enough that Olivier could see her bright as day, but felt more urgent matters than approaching her were at hand. And, lastly, a child was at the scene, damping what was left of the troublemaker's flames with her own. She reminded Olivier of himself at that age somewhat.