Ethan spent a while tidying the chaos inside his Mindscape, sorting through the aftermath of the earlier scuffle with a critical eye. Quite a few stored items had been damaged beyond repair, shattered or warped by the clash of wills within his inner world, and he discarded those without hesitation. What remained intact, he salvaged carefully, reorganizing everything into its proper place until the familiar order of his mental domain was restored.
Just as he finished, a faint tremor brushed against his awareness from the outside world, subtle but unmistakable, like a ripple against still water. Two warm, living weights were pressed against his body. They're waking up, he realized.
With one last stern thought directed at Luna and the others, his mental voice rang with unmistakable authority. "If I catch you fighting in here again, every last one of you will regret it. I won't be lenient next time." The warning carried enough pressure to leave no room for defiance.
