"And I, you. Though I have managed to find Captain Kaeya here as well, so I'm beginning to suspect more of the Knights of Favonius are being drawn to this... place? Plane of existence?" Albedo pauses in his attempting to free his hand to think it over a moment, but doesn't come up with any better explanation for 'death, but not quite.'

"Regardless, yes, go ahead." He motions for her to bring the torch close, and watches the way the golden rock seems to shift when exposed to flame. Almost like-

"Ah." Albedo tries pulling his hand back once more only to find the rocks have melted... into a dense syrup that doesn't release him. What's worse is it has pooled near his feet, and he now finds one of his legs trapped as well, planted firmly amidst the already cooling calcite. "Perhaps open flame is too much heat. Unfortunate, but worth the effort to witness the results."

He sighs. "This is perhaps not ideal."