A shudder ran through his physical body - the first physical response since he collapsed, and the flicker.. flared. Like it was reaching, desperately for... something. It wasn't like light or like shadows, like thin almost translucent form. Amorphous. But reaching. Flailing as if it were blind but knew something it needed were close. There was almost a desperation to the feel of Clef, a desperation visible in the form of his will.