Novatiana makes no sound but Johnny lets out a soft whimper, a little nnh, feeling the immediate increase of her fear. He loosens his fingers immediately, his free hand dropping to brace himself on the tree, the other pulling very slightly at the grip on it; he's too afraid to actually wrench himself free, and it's probably better for everyone, there's not much else that would stop him from kicking someone's soul-lizard to get his rabbit back. He always lets these things happen to him, doesn't he.

"Who are you," he says fearfully.