Nothing seemed to be going Luciel's way, the group resolving to a tense understanding with the creature. However, this was inconsequential, as he simply needed to lay still for long enough everyone to leave...maybe they'd forget something or at least have enough leftover wood for him to warm himself with. Sighing into the fabric, he got comfortable in anticipation for a long wait, but before he could ease himself into a suitable position to even consider taking a nap, something brushed against him.
Luciel didn't dare try to move to see what seemed to be looming over him, though the way the fabric moved was cause for concern. With a bit of effort, the fabric was pulled from around the chimera to reveal their form crouched in the sprint position with. Their drawn sword held backwards like a dagger, the flat of the blade against their sleeve while they looked up at the Mindskitter.

Their ears folded back, pupils sharpening as they barked, "Give zeht back!" and rose to stand. Looking between the group and the abomination, their expression detailed the panic of having been discovered and it was exercised with a flourish of the small blade. The brandishing display was more of a distraction to throw The Mindskitter off guard before Luciel grabbed the cloth with his free hand to wrench it from the creature's grip. Still in the creature's hold, he tried to cover himself in the fabric as if they were more afraid of the group's eyes than the abomination almost within arm's reach. As terrible of an idea as it would be in a combat scenario to burden yourself with bundling up in fabric, it earned Luciel enough of a grip on the tapestry to pull away with the aid of his now free hand prying off the tendril.

On the topic of bad ideas had in the throes of panic, running in the dark with essentially a bag over your head is a good way to end up somewhere you don't want to be. Luciel discovered this philosophy the moment he lifted his hand to pull up the makeshift hood to see where he was going, only to crash into a stalactite. A few sparks kicked up from where his sword was flung to the ground, Luciel staggering back a few steps in a daze before toppling over. The tapestry settled and the spell resumed, only lightly obscuring him as he knelt with a groan and checked himself for damages before beginning to search for his sword.