As the two chatter outside the front door, Emet-Selch procures a robe to go over his other attire. The robe itself is a long dark brown with thick yellow fur around the neck and wrists. If one looks very closely, they could see some fuzzy slippers peeking out of the bottom lip of the robe.

He makes his way into the main room and shrugs openly at Howl. "It appears I am your gracious host for the evening. So," He gestures sharply to the seating area. His tone turns sharp with the disapproval Howl might have been expecting all along. "Sit. And tell me why you find it so necessary to "check" on me after only a mere few hours?"

It had not been a mere 'few hours', but time the last several days had passed so blissfully quick as he spent time with his friend. Hours passed like seconds as they spoke with one another, shared with one another, and began to heal in their own way.