[Not much distance, but better than just seconds ago. And that was all thanks to his body feeling somehow lighter? It only took him barely kicking off before he was moving so fast, or so it seemed, but he's also hardly out of breath for such quick sprinting.

Though this isn't the time to think about that. The Saruleus flute had different abilities depending on the music he played, and while those are lost to him now, he finds himself dropping his sword to his feet and reaching for the magic flute. Without intending to. He holds it before him, staring at it in bewilderment, and almost like he's waiting for something. But she's right, if they can find a gift...

He looks up at the Erasers advancing on them, then at his flute, then back at Ophilia. Clearly torn.]

I'll stay here and keep them distracted. See if you can find any gifts nearby.

[He's tougher than he looks- promise. And he's not about to die here, Aya would be furious with him if he did. And he hates to see her upset. He has no intention of upsetting her again.]

If things start to look bad, I will come find you.

[He just needs a minute. Just a minute. He feels close to something.]