There's a time when that response, the weight of things not being said, would make him fidget. He's not precisely a man of constant action, despite what people seem to think of him on occasion, but leaving things unsaid has always bothered him. Now though...
Look, he's tired too, though surely not in the same way. There's been time to rest in the past few years, but very little of it has come all at once and almost never without some new threat hanging over his head. Now, the response just makes him sink down to the grass a respectful but not quite unfamiliar distance from Emet-Selch. He leans back on his hands and looks up through the trees. The sun today is warm but the air is still a bit chilled and it's frankly delightful, what he would call perfect weather.
"I could scare off the scholars for a bit, if you wanted to sleep. I'm sure they're dying to pester me with questions too," he's heard a bit, at least, about what Emet-Selch has been subjected to since returning. He's not entirely sorry to learn the other man has been subject to fascinated scrutiny, but only because he has a sneaking suspicion it's probably less irritating to get to lecture on the ancient world than Emet-Selch would make it out to be. If anyone around here knows that the man sitting beside him was also the leader of the Garlean Empire and an Ascian, it is only because Emet-Selch himself has told him. None of the Scions have seen fit to say a word.
But this is also not why he's here, to play watchman or to enjoy the day.
"I... hope it hasn't been overly difficult for you." He means the questions. He means more than the questions.
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Look, he's tired too, though surely not in the same way. There's been time to rest in the past few years, but very little of it has come all at once and almost never without some new threat hanging over his head. Now, the response just makes him sink down to the grass a respectful but not quite unfamiliar distance from Emet-Selch. He leans back on his hands and looks up through the trees. The sun today is warm but the air is still a bit chilled and it's frankly delightful, what he would call perfect weather.
"I could scare off the scholars for a bit, if you wanted to sleep. I'm sure they're dying to pester me with questions too," he's heard a bit, at least, about what Emet-Selch has been subjected to since returning. He's not entirely sorry to learn the other man has been subject to fascinated scrutiny, but only because he has a sneaking suspicion it's probably less irritating to get to lecture on the ancient world than Emet-Selch would make it out to be. If anyone around here knows that the man sitting beside him was also the leader of the Garlean Empire and an Ascian, it is only because Emet-Selch himself has told him. None of the Scions have seen fit to say a word.
But this is also not why he's here, to play watchman or to enjoy the day.
"I... hope it hasn't been overly difficult for you." He means the questions. He means more than the questions.