It was honestly doubtful how much of what Emet was planning he understood just yet. He clearly could speak in at least some fashion, understand spoken words, but there was a difference between that and the sort of concept that was the current subject. It spoke to the vague sort of acceptance or trust that the creature had that the dark barrier didn't have the Lightwarden lashing out, for all the shining brambles around it's limbs tensed, the creature almost absent in the automatic resistance of that attempted pull away.

The initial contact was a strange thing, but the sensation when the man began his work was not, the cold-fire burn of icy Dark earning a pained almost betrayed screech as the Lightwarden all but flung themselves away from the Ascian, only stopped in their retreat by the barrier that they slammed against not entirely unlike a bird against a window, once, twice, three times before the brambles lacing it's pale limbs lashed out against the apparent source of the pain. But if the barrier was holding up against it, Emet-Selch was correct that it would repel the lesser Eaters that were doing their best to beat their way inside.