Frost is gone, likely still alive knowing the nature of these sorts of things. Yuusei never stood a chance at aiding in the fight, and acknowledging that bites just a little.

Nonetheless, the growing, revitalised flame of the Ringmaster snaps him to attention. It sets him on-edge for a moment, especially with her blast of flame shooting so close to him; the last time he felt this particular warmth being when it caused his sudden immolation. It's easy enough to recognise that this fire holds no hostile intentions toward them, though. Or at least, he sure hopes. Fire is difficult to read, okay.

Please, let something have worked out for them all.