[For all that he is hardly about to admit to it - or, indeed, to stop complaining - Emet-Selch has missed this. To at least some degree, at any rate. Nor can he truly deny having been curious about the world itself, despite his frustrations about having been all but dragged along.]

That is hardly how it works. Even if I knew what to look for, any aether trails will have long since faded into illegibility.

[Still, he is not without other means of looking for clues. He may not particularly enjoy the idea - or so the sigh he offers suggests - but he hasn't outright refused to take part either.]

Still, I suppose we may as well see what we can find.

[He still can't be said to be moving at a pace that could be called anything but a slouch but he does make his way over to the area she'd indicated all the same, sharp eyes looking over what might otherwise seem like little more than any other collection of bushes and trees.]