"If you call hugging a complete stranger for body warmth 'unscathed', then sure." Less said about that, the better.

With the bird gotten rid of for now and nothing to show for it but a few stray feathers which can wait for tomorrow, Emet-Selch chooses to follow suit, taking a seat on the sofa once more and reaching for his tea, taking a long sip.

"Is that what it was? A distraction?"

The wording is not lost on him. In fact, he places his mug back on the coffee table momentarily. They may have been separated a long time, but he knows his friend well. Something weighs on his mind. It's one thing to seek enjoyment out of getting Emet-Selch to do something with him or for him, but this seems something different entirely.

"A distraction from what?" He has an inkling. There is a reason they are sat out here and not asleep after all. Still, he cannot be sure.