Chrys chuckles silently to himself. Clasping his hands together he focus and opens them, left hand in front of his right. A series of calculations and he switches their positions, a soft poof as Shawn is moved out of the cocoon and down onto the stage. Chrys he grunts as a small twinge of pain goes through his head, a small side effect of his power. He rolls shouldersshou and drops down from the rafters, shifting to come to a brisk walk on the stage. "Well... We tried." He shrugs and makes as if picking something up and shifting his backpack to him, ignoring another twinge.