Nothing happened. So I'm— should be fine. Just unsettled.

[ He lets out a short, huffed sigh of his own before folding himself neatly into a loaf near Ingo. An ear flicks restlessly. ]

Hard to relax. You know. Think it was partly the fog, but it was not all the fog.

[ Emmet will lay his head down, though, untucking his paws just enough to rest it upon them. ]

... That could have gone worse.

[ In a double battle, if you misread one thing, the rest will be totally different. ]