Tadpole Jackson would ordinarily object to being called a worm, but seeing as his owner isn't here to defend him, he can only worriedly glance back in her direction, then reluctantly do as he's told.

The long, prehensile tail wrap gingerly around Ignatius's middle-- lacking anywhere else convenient to grab him -- and hoist the fae up onto himself again, on his back with his limbs and the chains just draped off the side. He'll keep his tail wrapped around Ignatius as he floats in the air, ready to follow where he's led.