His magic fades away into nothing, swallowed up in the face of Celestia's brighter magic. He shuts it off-- sticks close to her flank.

"Is there anything else?" He rubs his hands hands together, sloughs off more of the gunk that plops in a gooey, gross mess onto the concrete floor-- which is just as coated in gunk as everything else.

"York? Are you injured anywhere when they-- grabbed you?"