Dextera had expected, based on past interactions with others as well as Emet-Selch himself, that he would be dismissed the moment the necessity of their conversation had ended. To be invited is not something he anticipated, but he takes it up with a readiness anyway—maybe there’s something Emet-Selch must tell him, or maybe there was something about the odd reaction that Emet-Selch wishes to inquire.

Since Dextera has chosen to believe it was his brother, in one way or another, he’ll also oblige whatever Emet-Selch asks of him in return. He waits until Emet-Selch sits and then joins him at his side, tensely clasping his hands in his lap.

He’s already losing the image of that light, and he doesn’t want to. If he pretends hard enough, maybe he can make out his own features in the blinding radiance.

“…thank you. For trying…”