We shall have to either climb back up or go around.
[He barely remembers the shape and grade of the incline. He'd been distracted, by the fall and his injury, and then by the Fog. But Ingo imagines he can scramble back up if he has to; he's climbed worse, and in worse condition.
He watches Emmet as the Zoroark digs in his bag. It feels a little strange to be talking about which path to take again, very nearly casual. His mind is now firmly rooted in the here and now, yet he still feels...off. Shaken. He's not sure what he ought to say, or if he ought to say anything at all.]
...thank you for dragging me out of there like that.
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[He barely remembers the shape and grade of the incline. He'd been distracted, by the fall and his injury, and then by the Fog. But Ingo imagines he can scramble back up if he has to; he's climbed worse, and in worse condition.
He watches Emmet as the Zoroark digs in his bag. It feels a little strange to be talking about which path to take again, very nearly casual. His mind is now firmly rooted in the here and now, yet he still feels...off. Shaken. He's not sure what he ought to say, or if he ought to say anything at all.]
...thank you for dragging me out of there like that.