One might think that Emet-Selch is concerned for him, and Dextera isn’t sure what to make of that. So he decides instead to read it as lofty curiosity, preferring not to read kindness where it isn’t when it’s someone who seems like he tolerates at best the things around him.

Dextera hesitates, and shakes his head. There are people he likes, people who seem to like him, but Emet-Selch is not wrong—it’s a little different.

“They aren’t my brother,” he says. “And… the only person from home…”

Wants him dead. Along with those others, in the clutches of the Dryad.