It's been a while since the Winter Solstice and their trip on the moon. He's practiced and fully controls them when he wants to. Still, it doesn't stop them from working with his subconscious in the middle of the night but it is easier given they won't pull on accident.

He stops at Strange's bidding and uses his hands and the tentacles to lower the giant tree in. He's watching with the way Strange is already murmuring, knowing those telltale signs of him casting his magic, and he'll let go of it completely to see if it sinks into the water or stills. He's not sure what to expect at all even if the potato chip was suspended in his shoulder earlier.

He doesn't want to be disappointed right now, his tail swaying behind him in a curious manner. Like usual, he wants to touch but doesn't.