"I could heal you in the blink of an eye," he says dryly. "But I won't, because that would teach you the entirely inappropriate lesson that rest isn't important in maintaining your feeble, mortal body."

Scathing though the words are, he cannot help but feel a measure of fondness. It's like how he used to banter with Azem when they came home injured from their excursions. The Warrior of Light will never be able to shake off their predecessor's ghost - not in Emet-Selch's eyes anyway - but the journey would be a chance to get to know this new facet of them.

...Ah, but they have been lying here long enough for some scholars to find him again. He resolutely squeezes his eyes shut and crosses his arms over his face as a pair approach and hail them excitedly.

"No more. I am not answering any more for the rest of the day!" he growls.