He materialised silently on the other side of the bed, watching Mikka curl up and whimper. With the deed now done, Elidibus had wasted no time in rebuking him. Emet-Selch could offer little by way of defence other than a stoic reassurance that he was planning to work on another method to bring the First towards Light.

A thin excuse. He could feel something inside him revolt at the thought. Rubbing his forehead with a tired sigh, he shuffled closer to Mikka and tried to put the thought aside.

"Azem... Persephone, are you well?" He gently touched their shoulder.