Emet-Selch is usually a heavy sleeper. It is something which stems from both his fondness for napping the hours away and the fact that he had simply lived too long in a state where the beings who existed could not pose a serious threat to him.

What he was not used to however was being asleep in the presence of others, let alone with someone literally on him, so when Hythlodaeus begins to become restless it does not take much to rouse him from his own slumber.

His eyes open, slowly blinking to adjust to the darkness as he turns his head slightly to his companion. Hythlodaeus is fidgeting, small groans escaping here and there and for a moment, Emet-Selch is left wondering just what kind of dream the other is having. Those thoughts are soon gone however and his own brow furrows as he continues to observe. The tenseness in those sounds, the unevenness of breaths which can only be attributed to panic- this was no dream at all.

His free arm reaches over to rest a hand on top of his friend's as the one already looped around him pulls them closer together, all while speaking his name, slow and quietly, an attempt to rouse him gently and lessen the chance of Emet-Selch getting an elbow to the face or something. When he is certain that Hythlodaeus is awake enough, he speaks.

"What is it?"