There's still breathable air lower to the ground, and so in the intervening moments, the Fool has somewhat regained his senses. Blinking blearily at X and keeping one sleeve pulled across his nose and mouth, he nods. "Yes," he insists, a little hoarse but still clearly in control of his faculties. Already, he's getting a grip on the doorframe to pull himself up to his feet; he wobbles only for a moment, before he squints towards the exit.

The fire brigade should be here at any moment, and around them, the building is giving low, ominous groans as its beams and timbers strain under the flames. "This way," he says to X, and quickly leads the way through the smoke in the direction that he hopes will lead them out onto the street.