It's not a big space, inside of this trap plant, so when Sylvain manages to pry the thing open, the rush of fresh air hits Kell immediately. He rolls over to crawl to the opening, practically falling outside. He's coughing, all covered in the slime that filled his prison. Standing up is too much of a challenge yet, but the fresh air feels wonderful. Even if it makes his head swim. He has to adjust to a little more light, and a lot more air.

"Yes, I think." Kell replies, trying to focus his gaze on his rescuer. "Thank you."