Gavin turned to Clara and gave her a small smirk. He shrugged at her and chuckled.

"Umbra iocus." He said clandestinely, waving his hand upwards slowly. His shadow raised from the ground in a mess of tendrils, one of which wrapped around his arm. Stepping onto one of the larger tendrils, he went limp, allowing it to hold him steady. Falling back, he placed his hands behind his head and stayed, a look of relaxation on his face for a moment, quickly fading to contemplation.

"Clara, did you summon anything that may have ended up over here?" He asked with a turn of his head.