"Never did I think that there would come a time in which I would be the 'spry' one between us." At least he can have some humor about the situation. Even if the sudden onset of exhaustion has made him nothing but concerned since their arrival.

Emet-Selch reaches into the breast pocket of his warm jacket and offers his friend some bread he'd managed to retrieve from the Eating Parlour. "I don't imagine it will make much of a difference in your condition, but we should not tempt fate into making it worse."