Gyre's eyes widen as Luka points right at him, a strange little flutter in his chest at being so directly recognized in this way. It's a bright moment that cuts through his uh terror. It doesn't quell it completely, but he grits his teeth, tensing his body to do this. For the princess. This is what he needs. It'll be okay.

"Okay." He bites his lip, preparing to jump and just doesn't for a bit. A few beats pass.

"Okay," he says again, making a truly pathetic little noise in his throat before he shoves suddenly off the wall. He immediately regrets it, his body tightening up in a horrified spring as he loses all sense of where he is in the air. It's not until he smashes against the orb in the middle that he even breaths again, grabbing hold of some of the larger bits of geometry and clinging to them desperately. He hooks his feet into a few of the grooves, and just freezes in place there.

"I'm here-- Th-there's places to hold on to!"