Have you made friends, she asks, and it's such a typical thing for Pahja to do, to ask, that it almost amuses Emet-Selch as is. Unfortunately, he's being dragged out of a quite nice nap and asked to do work, and if it were anyone else he might well simply decide not to do it.
Unfortunately, in the end, he is quite weak to those he cares about. The fact that there are a number of those that he cares for on this strange train is enough to frustrate him entirely.
He's about to make a comment, likely one that is smarmy in nature, when the young boy seems to appear out of nowhere and drops entirely on top of Elidibus. Resisting the urge to laugh, Emet-Selch instead takes a step back, giving the two of them a little space as he tempers his own amusement into something a little more manageable.
"Oh, is that the only thing he need work on?"
Glancing at Pahja, half to check that she is well and to judge her own level of amusement, Emet-Selch breathes out and settles himself down, arms crossed and expression once again it's usual level of calm dispassion.
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Unfortunately, in the end, he is quite weak to those he cares about. The fact that there are a number of those that he cares for on this strange train is enough to frustrate him entirely.
He's about to make a comment, likely one that is smarmy in nature, when the young boy seems to appear out of nowhere and drops entirely on top of Elidibus. Resisting the urge to laugh, Emet-Selch instead takes a step back, giving the two of them a little space as he tempers his own amusement into something a little more manageable.
"Oh, is that the only thing he need work on?"
Glancing at Pahja, half to check that she is well and to judge her own level of amusement, Emet-Selch breathes out and settles himself down, arms crossed and expression once again it's usual level of calm dispassion.
"I suppose now we might be able to begin?"