[ it's a little disconcerting, how the darkness and the cold remind him of his time in canaan two millennia ago. but it's not like sandy to freeze up, especially when he's knee-deep in disgusting water while wearing a tight-fitting armor and surrounded by complete strangers. he strains his eyes in search of a familiar face and when he finds none, he decides on getting out alone as a pair of wings spread from his back.

if you're standing close to him, he might be shoving you a little over by said wings; you can't exactly spread them in an enclosed space without hitting anyone. but if you're nice enough and don't whine about it, then he might bring you along with him back to the light. can't guarantee if there will be grumbling on his end, though.

otherwise, he'll fly out of the well without a hitch, easily landing on his feet on the surface with a look of dismay on his face. want to check out his wings? he'll air it out after the feathers have soaked in that freezing water. ]