No, I...I should help you. If this happened to me, I'd want help. With a friendly, supportive vibe (desperately trying to override the still present fear, slight worry that this was a ruse).
The suggestion of Phoebe felt...a little odd, but he couldn't think of anything better in the moment so Emmett just nodded. He looked back and forth across the field and paused, then looked to Remi. Well then, uh...gimme a head start?
He began to trot, not going too fast at first, away from Remi and towards the far barrier of the field, looking behind him to see if the lion would follow.
Emmett
How deeply are you sleeping?
or are you still awake?
