Skisan had quickly become accustomed to the environment shifting around him as he walked. But when one moment he was in open forest, and the next in a cell of some sort. Logic fled, if only for a moment, replaced by panic. This cell little resembled any he'd seen before, much less been in. But there could be no doubt what it was, nor that the humanoid within had orchestrated it from his memories, imprisoning himself. He stood still for the moment it took to calm that reaction and ground himself.

And only then did he approach, not coming to close, but making it clear he was there. He knelt, robes folding gracefully beneath him as he did. "Hello." He did not say more, not yet, mostly seeking to break the man out of despair enough to converse and perhaps assist in undoing the cell.