Cehd'ra is trying not to panic, a task that spikes in difficulty when one of those tendrils finds his neck. Giving up on his attempts to free his leg Cehd'ra immediately grabs at the tentacle and attempts to pull it off his throat. His fingers barely dent the skin let alone budge it and he can't even get a true grip on the thing to begin with, the slime making his hands slip. Struggling puts him on his back, one leg lifted up as the first tentacle continues to coil around and upwards, the slime cold as it soaks through to his skin...he can see He Ming now, the human held dangling above him just beyond his reach.

"Don't you dare hurt him--!"

The thing can feel the vibrations of their voices, the struggles they make, drawing the sources closer to its center while a few other tentacles search about to make sure they are the only ones. Finding no other warm, moving targets its focus falls entirely on the pair. He Ming is felt over, arms and legs found and held, pulled until it feels resistance...and then given some slack. Heavy coils hold his limbs with an easy strength while smaller ones reach out, roaming over He Mings clothes and finding the fabric gives way to skin, one in particular finds a gap at the bottom of He Ming's shirt and explores underneath it, sweeping over his chest and climbing higher.

Skin is good, it knows skin...this scratchy not-skin they're covered with will have go to.