It has been a tiring day. Emet-Selch sits with a more pronounced slouch than usual, the weariness becoming clearer and clearer as the seconds tick by.

"I was simply making sure that you wouldn't pester me about it later. I've no patience for it." Admitting to being helpful is something he seldom admits to, even if he had tried manipulating the magic with much more force than he usually would. Untrained observers wouldn't know the difference.

He looks on skeptically. "Do you have no memories of your past?"