[Yurick finally holds still, but he's panting hard enough to fog up the inside of the bubble and his eye is round with distress. From what he can see through the condensation, the stranger helping him looks a lot like himself and the mage kids in Lazulis Castle, pale-haired and fair. A fellow magic-user? Something about that calms him just enough. Maybe he's in part of the castle he's never seen before, that's all. Much as he doesn't trust strangers, he wants out of this thing on his head. His voice squeaks out, echoing inside the bubble.]
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H-- help....