Stroking his friend's hair from out of his face, he hums warmly. "You did a good thing for so many. It's... one of the many things I admire about you, my friend. Your penchant for helping others."

Even if he acts as if it takes up his precious time, Hythlodaeus knows better. He smiles to himself, nuzzling into his friend again. Well, even if he can't tell him how he feels, he can tell him what he thinks of him.

"I watched you for a time as you conjured up memory after memory. I could see that it made you happy. I am so glad..." He trails off, staring off blearily into the city. He's not really seeing it, though. He's too preoccupied with his friend's presence. "I only want happiness for you."

But Emet-Selch surely understands that, doesn't he?