To which he shrugs in reply. "I told you it would likely not work, didn't I?" Even if the response sounds abrasive enough, he doesn't seem upset at the result.

Emet-Selch wipes the water from his damp sleeve as he looks at the pool. A significant amount of water is missing from it now, meaning he would have to take a break from conjuring long enough for more water to pool from its source.

He turns so that he may begin to make his way to a small sitting area nearby. "Come. We'll rest over here a while as the pool gathers itself." Though he conjured what he needed and their interaction should be at an end, his still (begrudgingly) provides an invitation.