Syr's dazzling spell is enough to floor him - he's already been kicking up a fuss, so when he's caught off guard, he loses his foot and falls to his back. The way his tail moves now feels strange and unfamiliar, which sends a ripple of additional fear to him - is he changing? Is the way he was just a moment ago the way he's supposed to look, or is this? He has no instinctual idea of what his body is supposed to be like, anymore.

His sense of reality is quick to slip through his fingers, and he's paralyzed with both physical and existential shock as Tuki manages to wrap him up in his own clothing. It's not enough fabric to get his entire body, but it's enough to bind his arms - which at least means that he can't keep scratching himself or anyone else. His tail tries to squeeze Mari's arm, not that it helps him any - her getting to hold on tighter plays right into her hand.

He squirms, kicking his feet, his gaze empty of anything but fear and longing. He feels like he needs to beg for help, but he doesn't know what anyone could do to fix this. It's him that's broken, that's lacking.

"Stop," he keeps pleading, unable to believe that Tyki could understand what is going on inside of him, just how deeply wrong it all is. "Please, I can't... I can't get it back, here. Don't leave me like this - I can't take it..."

And he sure doesn't mean the tentacle tail or the fabric binding his arms.