[That earns a small, amused sound from him, not quite a chuckle. Matching her gaze steadily, Emet-Selch leans slightly closer to her as he speaks.]

That you have. And while I expect you to put in whatever effort is required...

[His tone abruptly shifts, to something much more serious, with a peculiar intensity. Threatening, almost. A moment much closer to his real self, without flippancy or pretension.]

--You're not allowed to burn out too soon either.

[...And then he shrugs, sitting back into the grass and scattered shrub, drifting into a lighter demeanor.]

Not that you've shown any signs of it thus far, but nonetheless. This world is a taxing place for us all, and our star is no less demanding.