[Wow, fail cat. Dist blinks, leans over his bed to check if the kitty was all right, then...just begins to laugh. Wow. No, seriously, wow. He laughs for a solid few minutes, and bends over to right Ion onto his feet and gives his back a long, gentle stroke. There, there.]

Not very coordinated, are you, Fon Master? Do you need me to take you back to your room? I could bring a pillow for you to sleep on...lest you fall off your very own bed.

[SNERK.]