[As the oni resume their night of barhopping, cackling to themselves as they leave, Kamui lets her pull him along readily-- so readily, in fact, he almost stumbles when Emily suddenly releases her grip on him.]

You didn't have to slap me, after all...

[He can only stand there mutely, allowing Emily her moment to fuss. He's fine, really, but the entire act coupled with being carted around like that are both so much he's still wrapping his head around it. Eventually he shakes his head.]

It was nothing, really. They shouldn't have been bothering you in the first place. Are you all right?