Fortunately(?) for Tyki, Eruka's too scared and exhausted to notice the casually appraising glance-over. As Tyki pulls her out of the now-shattered prism, something very peculiar indeed happens: the clones dissolve in his grasp, motes of light that scatter like they were never solid at all.

"Tadpole Jackson..." Eruka mutters, leaning her head against Tyki's chest -- and jerking away in alarm just as quickly as she remembers. "Tadpole Jackson! He was with that ... that fae on fire! Where--"

Moving so abruptly and getting worked up just makes her dizzy, and she cuts herself off there, trying to cu. Her legs reform into actual flesh beneath her, dangling below them as he takes them up.

"We're... we're flying?!"