Gabriel couldn't have resisted Jonas's direction if he'd wanted to. The shift in gravity made his stomach lurch and he swallowed hard, keeping his eyes covered, but once he was down ... well, it made things more tolerable. Sort of.

Except for the part that, Jonas's shadow notwithstanding, he could still feel the prick of light in his eyes.

"My head," he grumbled as well as he possibly could in a whisper, and then added, equally softly, "Temples. Eyes. Stomach's being a bitch."