Oh! Now Wukong gets it. With a nod of some basic understanding, he reaches out to give the burly guy a few comforting pats on the back. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that, somehow, Potemkin must be unable to control some sort of freakish, new power? His tail twitches a few times, from left to right, hitting the ground with a few light thuds. It's also not hard for him to give an easy, relaxed smile in order to calm Potemkin. Perhaps if Wukong doesn't look worried, then neither will his friend?

"Have you ever meditated before, Potemkin? I could give you a few pointers, if you'd like. My master used to force me to meditate throughout my training, and I'd like to think I surpassed my old man just a week after he had me do it."