The bird seems to have gotten over its little challenge, now back to wandering the kitchen area, taking a good look at everything around it as its giant feet tap on the floor tiles with each step.

"If I'm summoning in my sleep, we have bigger problems than a bird." That would be truly problematic, though Emet-Selch is certain it is not the case here.

"Besides, being in possession of a soul indicates that this one is no arcane entity that I created. It simply exists. Besides, I would have made it a lot smaller if I were ever inclined to do so." Has Emet-Selch ever made them before, or are just naturally predisposed to seeking him out? If he has, he never admits to it. A mystery for the ages indeed.

Letting out another sigh, he moves to walk in front of the bird, encouraging it to turn around and leave the way it came. Honestly? The thing is a little endearing, at least in Emet-Selch's eyes.

"Not inside the house, it won't. But it can stay outside, if it pleases."