Emet-Selch seems to tolerate the antics of the little creature with a quirk of a brow. If there is any consolation is that he allows it to test his finger and doesn't withdraw when he is nudged either.

"Quite a poor choice of ferry. You'll lose him to the nearest tree before you reach your destination." He withdraws his hand and crosses his arms.

Disapproving as he is, Emet-Selch begrudgingly concedes in light of how happy it seems to make his friend. "He will need training," He leers at Hythlodaeus. "Training that I will not be participating in."