He does look like he's about to fall over; he doesn't so much tug as he staggers, resting a hand on his forehead. His breath comes quick and shallow, and his frown deepens as he listens to her words.

"You don't want me to be able to Spin," he says abruptly, his tone sharp and clipped even as raspy as he is. The boy curls in on himself. "You never wanted me to. You... You just want me to finish this ritual as proof that I can't even do it."