Ken gasped for breath for a few moments, feeling trapped--horribly afraid, the irrational fear gathering in his throat and choking him.
And then it faded. It wasn't completely gone--it never would be--but he could at least function. At least he hadn't fallen, or started screaming in Japanese this time.
"...sorry. I'm fine. It wasn't anything you said." His mind was just wasted, it was hardly Elsa's fault.