Sylas seemed more focused on catching his breath than paying attention to the man in the air. The only thing he was even remotely concerned about in the outside world was Bulese's head, the hair of which he was still gripping tightly.
Bulese herself was still fighting to remain conscious, but the vast majority of her body was shutting down. Her senses had gone first, but her body was quickly atrophying in response.
Sylas had had to concentrate a large amount of his internal Aether into a single point in order to pull this off. Quite frankly, he had barely had any Aether left to use as the spark to signal his body to move.
Not only had he had to use over 90% of his Glassvolt Aether, but he had to use even more of his Chaotic Space Aether to compress it into a small enough segment that it wouldn't be noticed and would be sufficiently insulated from Maldrith's control in the brief instant of transfer.
