[ Alarm spikes in Emmet as Ingo moves to scramble away (because he absolutely has not let go yet, though his grip has loosened)—
but it's fine. Ingo's just going further into the clearing they've found themselves in, away from the fog. That's fine. That's verrrry good, even. ]
You tell me.
[ Has Emmet's voice ever sounded quite so flat. An ear twitches as he turns his head to glance back at where they'd just come from. The shaded wood looks almost innocuous, despite the oppressive sense of danger they've just escaped.
Whatever happened there, Emmet doesn't know anything about it, but he absolutely does not like it. ]
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but it's fine. Ingo's just going further into the clearing they've found themselves in, away from the fog. That's fine. That's verrrry good, even. ]
You tell me.
[ Has Emmet's voice ever sounded quite so flat. An ear twitches as he turns his head to glance back at where they'd just come from. The shaded wood looks almost innocuous, despite the oppressive sense of danger they've just escaped.
Whatever happened there, Emmet doesn't know anything about it, but he absolutely does not like it. ]