He does, the way his tentacles and robe start to spin themselves into existence looking a little bit like a nest of yellow snakes slowly venturing out from a nest. Even though he knows the darkness is outside of the cabin, even though he can feel that the pressure of it has slacked off, been closed away, he's still frightened.
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