Tianhai Zhanyi realized that he was flying.
He then realized that he had regained control over his body and instinctively began to wave his arms, his somewhat ridiculous figure akin to that of a dancing puppet. However, his movements were still incapable of shifting his trajectory. As he saw Nanke's small face get closer and clearer, he showed an expression of despair and closed his eyes.
He fell into Nanke's hand, but he did not die.
Nanke had grabbed his front lapel and held him up in the air.
Tianhai Zhanyi opened his eyes, his body shaking uncontrollably, a plaintive whine issuing from his lips.
Nanke tilted her head as she took measure of him, her somewhat dull eyes appearing rather doubtful, somewhat confused as to what was going on.
Tianhai Zhanyi was even more perplexed as to what was going on, overwhelmed by fear and confusion.
Nanke looked past him.