[The answer is slow and a little distracted; Ingo doesn't turn to look at Emmet. He's starting to feel...strange. All over again, he's becoming aware of the alien sensations of his paws on the ground, the slight movements of air over his fur, the strange new shape of his mouth. But unlike the first few days of being here, those changes feel like they're...receding. He's starting to feel a little more like himself again.
The fog too, is receding. It takes the oppressive sense of danger with it, and Ingo unthinkingly takes a few steps in the direction it seems to have gone.]
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[The answer is slow and a little distracted; Ingo doesn't turn to look at Emmet. He's starting to feel...strange. All over again, he's becoming aware of the alien sensations of his paws on the ground, the slight movements of air over his fur, the strange new shape of his mouth. But unlike the first few days of being here, those changes feel like they're...receding. He's starting to feel a little more like himself again.
The fog too, is receding. It takes the oppressive sense of danger with it, and Ingo unthinkingly takes a few steps in the direction it seems to have gone.]
Ah, that must be a good sign.
[In reality - literally nothing has happened!]