Anna gasped at the master being covered in fire. "Oh my gods, stop burning yourself!" She shouted. But then she turned to the task at hand and looked, a little shakily, for her own magic. Her threads of magic were almost gone, but even as she watched they were slowly regrowing. Carefully, she reached into herself and beckoned the threads out, pulling them into a ball. The ache in her chest returned, more intensely than before. When she thought she didn't dare risk gathering any more threads, she [i]willed[/i] them to hold their shape, and took the opportunity to glance at how big her sphere was. It was holding it's shape perfectly, though it was only the size of a golf ball. She held it out and settled on the ground to wait. Also to prevent herself from later falling over; Her vision was already swimming and it felt almost like she couldn't breathe.