"Ah," Hythlodaeus giggles in delight as Emet-Selch almost falls over. Though of course, he does get up to help him, winding one arm around his waist and holding him in a strong grip that his friend would be hard pressed to get out of unless he teleported.

Which, he hopes he doesn't teleport. When their balance is so off, who knows where they'll end up? "Come now, let us leave and have some fun elsewhere." He's not as steady as he'd like to be himself, but he's certainly more capable of walking than Emet-Selch. It's rare that he's this level-headed around the same time Emet-Selch is so drunk, since they usually end up the same amount of drunk in the end, but... well, maybe that body has something to do with it?