Gaja cranes his neck to look around, mostly trying to gauge the distance from where he lies to anything particularly flammable. The trees are a good distance away, probably save unless his immolation is particularly explosive. In which case it’s possible for a spark to reach some brush stretching out.

Yes, it’s definitely safer for him and the area around him to die in the hole. After all the effort to climb out of it! Gaja heaves a sigh and lets his head fall back to the ground.

Under most conditions, Gaja could control his fire. It would burn only what he wishes it to burn. But at this particular point in his life cycle the flames are no longer his to control (hence why they burn him as well).

“I can’t promise not to singe some of it,” he admits ruefully. “You may want to go back in the water when it happens. To be safe.” Another sigh before he adds, “I’ll do my best to keep everything around here safe from the flames.”