Layer by layer, he assembles himself, and sighs out loud as he considers what washing later will do. "I wonder if anyone has a mending kit," he says, poking a finger through a larger tear in one sleeve, wiggling it on the other side.

"Hah? No, walking gets you stuck again, if you can't do it fast. Even running I've seen people end up just... there. Some get through, obviously, but it's not consistent, and at some point I don't think anyone will make it through on foot."

He gestures toward the door, like that explains anything he's seen. "Flying gets us through fast enough to not get caught. Yeah, some of the illusion-bound fly, but I can stay low, or summon fog if we need it, that's no weirder than the other stuff going on." An impatient flap of his hand at the door again, then he shifts to stand, straightening out his robes. His tail slides around the chair and his legs, curling around for a moment as he arranges himself.

"Ready to go?"