As someone so used to masks, the one obscuring part of the Lightwarden's face wouldn't prove too much of a barrier for Emet in seeing those signs. The creature froze utterly for a long moment, before starting to move, ever so slowly and gingerly to trace fingers along the edge of one of the Created blooms, the touch tentative as if afraid to taint them like the one it had made itself.

A shudder running visibly through it as it's unseen gaze turned towards Emet, another of those strange noises made, though from the way it's lips curled to a frustrated sort of frown, fingers touching the corner of it's mouth consideringly, it was clear that wasn't the sound it had wanted to make.