The touch is gentle, grounding, and more than enough for an Emet-Selch who has felt the weight of his burdens and the intensity of the world so surely upon his own shoulders. The notion of being anything but trapped here in this moment is beyond him and he cannot separate himself from Hythlodaeus; would not be able to even if he had the desire.

Gentleness and warmth softens them both, but there are still words that must be said, something unspoken but surely well known.

"I did not doubt it. As soon as we were rejoined in spirit I knew that nothing would tear us apart. Ever have I missed you, and ever would I have longed for you were we not given a second chance. I know it, as you do."

Leaning back a little, his eyes are soft, warm, tender - but he shakes his head.

"I would kiss you, I would keep you, but words must be said to another first."

It would be unkind, he thinks, to sink into intimacy here with Hythlodaeus and not inform Pahja first.