Kurt suppresses a wince as they rise up away from the ground. He's perfectly used to flying and being carried by various members of the team, but not usually so soon after whatever it was that had happened to him when he had tried to teleport earlier. He's a little shaky as he steps out of Jean-Paul's arms, but does his best to hide it.

Instead, he frowns up at the hedges.

"Magic?" He muses aloud. "Or some sort of psychic creation? Perhaps it -- "

The snap of a twig somewhere behind them interrupts him. The rustle of leaves being pushed aside, and something breathing. Kurt glances at Jean-Paul.

"Did you hear that?"