He blinks. Has it truly been seven whole days? He hadnβt realized.
The 'implications' of how he had spent that week - whether spoken or not - don't sneak past unnoticed. He has walked the world long enough to know when such things are hinted at, and it earns a faint scoff of disapproval as he takes a seat by Howl.
However, his eyes slide to the door which has since shut to allow his friend to change in peace. He observes for a moment to make sure that it stays closed before leaning closer to Howl. Emet-Selch puts a hand up to his mouth and whispers. "I am far from blind to his appearance. Now, if you do not behave yourself, I will find the nearest hungry monstrosity and feed you to it."
He sits back with a huff and folds his arms. The frustrations are allowed to sit as he considers how to explain further. Or what to explain further.
"He - Hythlodaeus - is my dear friend." The scathing look on his face softens as he briefly reminisces. His look is fond, perhaps even hopeful. "We are the last of our people, and you cannot hope that you could understand what it means that he would be returned to me. It is like the most unbearable weight being lifted after having borne it for innumerable years."
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The 'implications' of how he had spent that week - whether spoken or not - don't sneak past unnoticed. He has walked the world long enough to know when such things are hinted at, and it earns a faint scoff of disapproval as he takes a seat by Howl.
However, his eyes slide to the door which has since shut to allow his friend to change in peace. He observes for a moment to make sure that it stays closed before leaning closer to Howl. Emet-Selch puts a hand up to his mouth and whispers. "I am far from blind to his appearance. Now, if you do not behave yourself, I will find the nearest hungry monstrosity and feed you to it."
He sits back with a huff and folds his arms. The frustrations are allowed to sit as he considers how to explain further. Or what to explain further.
"He - Hythlodaeus - is my dear friend." The scathing look on his face softens as he briefly reminisces. His look is fond, perhaps even hopeful. "We are the last of our people, and you cannot hope that you could understand what it means that he would be returned to me. It is like the most unbearable weight being lifted after having borne it for innumerable years."