This time, Emil catches the voice directed at him and looks down. Fortunately it’s winter and lack of foliage allows him to spot the man right away. Curfew? Oh, curfew! Is it that late already?

Emil swings his legs over the branch and slides down to the next limb. Once balanced, he makes his way closer to the trunk. While seeking the next step down, he's distracted by Pomelii's squeals of indignation, which may or may not translate as: Why are you abandoning this tree? Retreat is not acceptable! Stand your ground and defend your territory!

… Which is all excellent advice, but not when the Hall doors are closing and he still has to walk back. “Pomelii, come down.” His words are lost in the chatter, and he sighs.

Emil does not like raising his voice either, so he waits until he’s several feet from the ground. Then he leans over and calls down, "Is he yours?" He points at the other tosker. "Can you call him down?"

Because if he doesn't leave, Pomelii may not either, and Emil's not sure it's okay to return to the Hall without his phone pet.