[ He's already going through their packs for an Oran Berry as Ingo suggests it, but ...
...? Did Ingo hear something? Hearing, Emmet's found, is one of his better senses now...
But if there's something out there that's caught Ingo's attention, Emmet hasn't noticed it at all. Even glancing towards the same direction, pitching his ears every which way to try to get a better idea of what might be lurking in the fog doesn't net anything of note. Either the uncanny, clinging fog has stifled Emmet's own senses, or. ]
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...? Did Ingo hear something? Hearing, Emmet's found, is one of his better senses now...
But if there's something out there that's caught Ingo's attention, Emmet hasn't noticed it at all. Even glancing towards the same direction, pitching his ears every which way to try to get a better idea of what might be lurking in the fog doesn't net anything of note. Either the uncanny, clinging fog has stifled Emmet's own senses, or. ]
What is it? Did you hear something?