It is a new tension - normally Hythlodaeus is so well at ease, but he cannot be blamed for uncertainty here. Even Emet-Selch himself is discomforted, just enough that he is frustrated.

"I am doing my best to not make use of such a thing. Perhaps it is best employed."

Frowning, he shifts, drawing his friend a little closer.

"It will not last, I am sure of it. These things oft do not."