Arisu had seen that look in his eyes before. Only this time it's much more intense. "Hold on Mystic, I'll get you out," she says, reassuring him, not liking how pale he had become. She tugs on the net, but draws back when barbs sting her hands. Her heart skips a beat when he looks at her with pleading concerned eyes. Even afraid he worries about her. She couldn't touch the net with either injuring herself or him. What could she do? Something flashed in her memory. getting pelted by ice crystals in the winter, her face stinging after some exposure. Carefully, with a good deal of focus, she drops the wave and works on fraying the strands of the net.