"The one thing I'd ask for from you, and you already move to deny me," he answers with a huff, though he makes an effort to settle back down to his usual levels of aggravation at Hythlodaeus' presence. And... despite the words, Emet-Selch didn't want to leave him alone either. His first real connection to the old world, the true world, in so long- someone long broken apart with all the rest, and to see him again here, in this impossible place....

While he wasn't moved to a feeling of gratitude, nor did he wish to lose him again. Knowledge that does little to improve his mood, though he only sighs. Waves dismissively.

"But there's little you nor any other can do for me here," he admits with more honesty than the Ascian really intended. "More pressingly- how are you faring, dragged here so suddenly? As I'm sure you've noticed, the modern world is not made for ones of our original- that is, of your stature. Nor have our abilities made the journey here alongside us."