"I'm sorry, Y-young Master Jin." Wen Ning bows his head automatically. He can only imagine how upset the man must be, even knowing this can't be real. He's upset himself.

"If... if I knew what to fight I would fight it." If something could just appear out of the shadows, something solid he could tear into pieces or toss a spell at. He's not a very good witch yet, but he's trying to learn quickly.

"Maybe if we h-had some kind of light... A lantern, a-a..." Looking very uncertain, he draws a small symbol in the air and forms a very tiny ball of flame in his hands. He holds it there, unsure what to do next. Since the next step isn't coming to him, the fire fizzles out and he shakes his nearly burnt palms.