"Stuck?" Whatever the reason for Dustin's koala-ing, for some reason being stuck has not occurred to him as a possibility. "But how..." Felwinter starts to ask, looking down at his own sleeve and the specks of annoying plant matter. He tries to brush it off and finds it quite tacky, causing him to draw his hand back before it might get too attached. Already he can feel the slight strain between the gloves of his fingers, and he stares at them and the fine strings of whatever natural adhesive the spores have created as they stretch between his outspread hands.

"....."

"Oh no." Felspring recoils, flying up higher, not that it's doing her any favors. "Ugh, this is the worst."

Felwinter watches his Ghost before he looks back at Dustin. Well, clearly there's no peeling the boy off of him, so he starts to make as quick work as he can in unfastening his coat. "Can you move your legs?" he asks, hesitating from immediately shucking the coat and Dustin thereafter- he doesn't want to drop the kid.