The spell hits! The small room might even have amplified it. Vanitas is knocked down onto the floor and oof ow his bones. He makes a winded wheeze that from practice he prevents from turning into a whine.

Practice also, is how he manages to get to his feet again so quickly, although there's a touch of hunched over crouch to his stance and one of his arms is braced across his middle, the other touching the bed with his fingertips. He's kind of staring at Ventus, which lasts a while before he can finally marshal his thoughts to speak.

"Get. Out. " He steps forward to do something - push Ventus out maybe, but has to stop and grab the end corner of the bed again with a frustrated raspy exhalation, if the rasp was one of those wood files. His eyes are wide and wild as the layers of the situation dawn on him. "Did anyone see you come here?"