[Siffrin bounds one hop in that direction, turning their head to check if Ingo's following.]
[The tent memory tries to reassert itself, and they're back to feeling like they're piloting their body from a distance, like a marionette. Except it's not the right shape. Their legs are way too long. Or is it way too short? Either way, they trip over their own paws, though they manage to just barely stay upright.]
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[R-right.] They're... this way. [They think.]
[Siffrin bounds one hop in that direction, turning their head to check if Ingo's following.]
[The tent memory tries to reassert itself, and they're back to feeling like they're piloting their body from a distance, like a marionette. Except it's not the right shape. Their legs are way too long. Or is it way too short? Either way, they trip over their own paws, though they manage to just barely stay upright.]
[Why does this (lack of?) memory feel so off?]