[He clings to the rock like he's drowning and it's... no wait, that's exactly what it is, there's no metaphor involved at all. He pants for air, struggling to compose himself.
Now that he's not panicking, he should technically be able to calm himself enough to use his powers. He can just float up to the ceiling and drift along back to the stairway, safely out of reach of what lurks below.
There's just one problem. He caught a glimpse of his assailant, and he recognized her. And he still can't disobey her, not face to face. If she wants him on this rock, then here he will stay until she changes her mind or someone rescues him, probably. So he just clings, and trembles, and makes little terrified noises in the back of his windtube.]
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Now that he's not panicking, he should technically be able to calm himself enough to use his powers. He can just float up to the ceiling and drift along back to the stairway, safely out of reach of what lurks below.
There's just one problem. He caught a glimpse of his assailant, and he recognized her. And he still can't disobey her, not face to face. If she wants him on this rock, then here he will stay until she changes her mind or someone rescues him, probably. So he just clings, and trembles, and makes little terrified noises in the back of his windtube.]