Luckily for Emet, it hadn't gotten that far yet. There were still others, still prey not so replete with Darkness for the Lightwarden to prey on. It was, for the moment as sated as it was going to be, and so long as the Ascian wasn't hostile, seemed to regard him curiously rather than as a threat. Even still it started back slightly at the way Emet jerked back, a low uncertain noise rough in it's throat as it watched.

Something about that bitter misery resonated. Something about it made the creature want to edge close, for all the brambles twining around his limbs tensed around them again as if to protest the idea. It was momentarily distracted by trying to swat them back like some manner of disobedient creature before the movement of the hand drew it's attention, that soft break in tone as it tilted it's head towards Emet again. A soft huff of breath before it leaned to press the side of it's face against the man's palm, mouth twisting faintly as if it were seeking something to say. If it even could- the almost guttural noise that it managed seemed to frustrate it more than anything, ears lowering faintly as it tried to focus to try again.

"Hk-" Again not right, but at least there was a recognizable sound in there this time.