Malcolm is heading back to the school house when he hears the scuffle. He hears the shout; he knows the voice. He swings his flashlight in that direction, making out the hunched figure of Dorian protecting the... fire? he's... holding in his hands?

"...Dorian?" he asks as he runs over, light bobbing in the darkness until he's close enough to be seen. "Dorian? What happened? Are you okay? What are you doing out here?"