Syrlya is yanked right back through the shadows while he's still trying to sweep spiders off himself--disoriented for a moment before, once across the room, trying to remove the rest. The pain in his arm makes him flinch, but it goes numb quickly enough to... well, it's worrying but not distracting at least?

Still, he's swearing under his breath while getting them off (while getting picked at by a bird, and this is just an awful situation all around). They're very plant based vulgarity.

Once they're off, he'll wave his hand with a bright light to attempt some self-healing for the--poison? It's not a strong spell but he's hoping it'll do at least something.

And they should probably leave or clear the spiders.