"Probably, Nita's magic is different from mine, too. I'm an Earth mage, and my little bat friend is Cottonball, my familiar." He gestures to the bright-eyed little creature on his head.

He shakes Sven's hand firmly. For all that it was fairly late, Xander's fairly alert. "Less spells and more ritual, I guess, but if we want to get down to basics, I speak to the earth, and it listens. Since I'm pretty sure the blankets and sheets are from organics, I can probably encourage them to be resistant to fire, and a lot of stuff in the train cab, too."

It made sense to him, at least... "I could do more if there were Elementals here too, but they don't seem to like the Void." Which...also made sense to him...