[Exhaling a little laugh, one that's certainly more fittingly deep and smooth than the voice his fingers keep calling up, he shrugs his free shoulder.]

{It's impromptu, but partners are partners, and I don't leave mine behind.}

[And then that's the question Silas asks, and for a long moment it leaves Ethan blinking helplessly at him. He even mouths the word 'Pigs?' before he responds, boggling at what the hell that question could mean. In the end, though, it's still typing that gets him by.

That's definitely not partly because he is physically very frail and possibly with a body that's already starting to protest in the form of short breaths and aching.]

{I don't have a problem with any animal, no. Why?}