[Ordinarily, Elsword might protest this. It's an outward burst of magic before it's a bubble that protects, and putting it on Add might be more trouble than it's worth. Ordinarily, but these are dire straits, and so Elsword purses his lips and gives an "mmhmm" of affirmation. He's not sure if Add hears it or not, but it'll become abundant he got the memo in a moment, when that golden magic of his blooms in his palm and spreads outward in a patterned, swirling orb. What damage it causes is minimal, to Add himself and the vines wrapping around him.

They have a short while until Detention detonates and sucks everything nearby into it in something of a black hole, but Elsword thinks he can hold onto this spell for long enough to give them a break. Thinks being the operative term, as everything caught within it slows to a crawl other than the two of them.

He's exhausted. He feels nauseous, in that way getting heavily injured always makes someone feel nauseous. He feels sticky with sweat and blood and plant grime. He thinks he wants to hug Add and never let him go. It's a lot all at once, for someone who normally struggles to just exist.

Elsword squeezes his eyes shut and sits down on the ground, kicking away a root within his reach. His sword sits embedded in the soil, and he turns his attention to Add, blindly trying to feel for him.]

I don't know how long I can maintain it, [he murmurs, as a warning,] but we can make a break for the inn if we need to. They can't get in there.