[ Emmet, for his part, still makes a token effort to try to lift it up in his paws at first ... then gives it up as a bad job and also lowers his head to lap carefully at his own bowl.

He's quiet for a while, watching Ingo. Eventually, once he can't sit with the silence anymore: ]

... I don't know what you want me to say. Is there something I can do that would make you feel better about ... all this?