Maybe Aidan should have thought it through a little bit, attacking a psychic without any plan except to grab onto them and cover their mouths and what? Mug him? Drag him off? O didn't want to find out. He struggled to pull away from him, to break free of his grip. At the same time he pulled water out of the air and out of Aidan where it was much more plentiful and forced it into his body, down through his nose and into his windpipe.