[As instructed, Emet-Selch did actually turn up to this thing. And while he did spend much of his time with Mira, the woman was also more than capable of taking care of herself, so the Ascian found himself occasionally wandering the environs. Not making a very good show of doing his part otherwise, but he was there and he was conscious, what more could anyone ask of him?

Catching sight of Tataru, he watches her for a time at a distance. The way she kept buzzing around like a well-dressed bee, complete with her own flowers. Helping out here and there, it seemed as though she was spending more time running the show than being a participant.]

Setting up the affair is one thing, but to continue to do so much work on the very day....

[He calls out to her in one of her rare free moments, between hustles. Slowly, Emet-Selch approaches, steps heavy and languid- though his limp is much improved. He can stand for longer periods of time without issue, for all that he rarely cares to.]

Aren't you going against the spirit of your own holiday...?

[Don't take this as an offer to be a Seneschal of Questionable Loyalty, Tataru, it's merely idle commentary from your resident Garlean friend.]