[There's so much fur. Ingo's own fur is thick, but at least short; it feels as though he's drying out far quicker than Emmet appears to be. At least the flooring here is bare. He shifts a little closer, increasing the flames a little.]
Let us at least press it out a bit! It is probably little different from continuing to wear wet clothes.
[In terms of health ramifications, anyway? It feels different, at least to him. Anyway - he's suddenly unsure if he ought to try to wring some of Emmet's trailing, sodden fur out for him, and ends up hovering awkwardly halfway through starting to do so.]
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Let us at least press it out a bit! It is probably little different from continuing to wear wet clothes.
[In terms of health ramifications, anyway? It feels different, at least to him. Anyway - he's suddenly unsure if he ought to try to wring some of Emmet's trailing, sodden fur out for him, and ends up hovering awkwardly halfway through starting to do so.]