A sigh of relief escaped him. "Oh good. It'd be terrible to be injured here... Wherever here is." He shook his head. "It's not you - there's no light in here except, uh, the lights everyone's making themselves." As the woman strengthened her own light, his ears canned upwards, hoping it would be enough to catch a glance at their surroundings. The new vibrancy of the light made him squint, slit pupils shrinking in protest.
As his eyes adjusted, he offered the stranger a sheepish smile. He hadn't quite gotten the handle on facial expressions, so it was dreadfully crooked. His attention shot to the Stargoyle, completely unfamiliar with the creature. "What is it?" he quipped curiously. For a moment he was blinded to the predicament at hand, but only until someone was shouting for everyone to gather. Where? Which light?
He perked his head up, looking around for where the voice came from. He could already see three people where the man was heading, indeed around another light. "I think everyone's headed over there," the small thing told to the stranger beside him. "Here, let me try and..." Small bits of light began to draw to one another, growing into a soft violet glow, not strong enough to illuminate much, but it was enough. He was just thankful he didn't accidentally conjure the wrong thing instead. "There! Do you need help standing?"