It was hard to tell really, if he understood what Emet was talking about here. Even with the time he'd had, the Light had his mind in a tailspin, too many memories there to even hope to sort through, along with the utter confusion of Mikka and Persephone both being... him. But both seemed in agreement to the comfort that Emet's presence brought, a low croon slipping from him as he tilted his face to let it press into the Ascian's hand.

And tellingly enough for all the brambles seemed to bristle and twitch as always, any sineaters nearby merely eyed the pair from a safe distance, not willing to chance testing something so very steeped in Darkness without the Lightwarden goading them into action. About as close to permission as Emet-Selch was likely to get, and likely as close as Mikka would be able to give in his current state.