Reiner is clearly hallucinating; Galliard would know if his hair was on fire. His head feels fine, not like it's burning at all. Yeah, he's got a slight headache from all the yelling and wrassling wrestling around on the floor, but that's a very different pain from fire damage. He'd be shrieking and running towards a sink if his hair was on fire.

Which it still is. But the flames are starting to die away as things calm down.

He turns his attention to Marco.

"You're going to stay cool? No more throwing rocks?" With Marco noticeably calmer, Galliard climbs off him, then helps him sit up. He makes a point to move between the two of them, ready to intervene again if he has to. Once Marco is sitting up, he moves to help Reiner.

"You're getting blood everywhere," he tells Reiner, as he fishes around and finds a handkerchief in his jacket pocket, which he presses into Reiner's hand. "Here, clean up and heal that."

All right. Everyone is sitting up and not yelling or throwing punches. Good. Galliard crouches between the two of them, and the flames in his hair flicker out.

"All right. What the fuck was that all about?"