The Sentinels High on knowledge but low on wisdom

He started to try to explain, but stopped right away, forced to wait until the fit had subsided. "I'm alright," he said finally, his voice slightly hoarse from the effort. He took a couple more breaths, the tickle in his throat betraying they would likely strike again in a moment.

"It's just been happening." His tail twitched anxiously, but he shook his head. "Guess that age is getting me." He attempted a light laugh, but his still irritated throat soon turned that into another, less extreme, bout. He politely kept them directed at the ground, shaking with the effort of trying to contain them somewhat.