[He means it too, for all that he is well aware it no doubt comes off as damning them with faint praise. But even for that it is the truth - albeit the truth presented in such way as to preserve the lie the two of them have clad their actions in - even with some of his clothes removed Emet-Selch is not so cold as require anything else to maintain a comfortable temperature. And yet... he doesn't wish to so much as suggest that he's unwilling to remain as they are. Nor to suggest that Hythlodaeus' presence is unwelcome, when it's the furthest thing from unwelcome that could be possible.
Better still, Hythlodaeus offers another topic of conversation, and one that he is perfectly glad to turn to besides.]
This form is a replica of a man I encountered in Garlemald - ah, the northernmost reaches of the largest of the Source's continents. A land of mountains, and ruinous cold, where the natives struggled to find a foothold. A man who would have been used to - and to an extent adapted to - a colder climate.
[He remains largely still as he speaks, let Hythlodaeus's fingers explore down across his his arm and wrist to the palm of his own hand, and up into his hair. Which - as it should turn out - is very well-kept, for all that he had been largely disinclined to go to significant effort, prior to the world being Sundered.]
But regardless of what he might have been accustomed to - and what might transfer through the borrowing of his form - I still dislike cold.
[Which may, perhaps, raise the question of just what he'd been doing in the coldest reaches of the continent, but for now, Emet-Selch opts to not directly address that question.]
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[He means it too, for all that he is well aware it no doubt comes off as damning them with faint praise. But even for that it is the truth - albeit the truth presented in such way as to preserve the lie the two of them have clad their actions in - even with some of his clothes removed Emet-Selch is not so cold as require anything else to maintain a comfortable temperature. And yet... he doesn't wish to so much as suggest that he's unwilling to remain as they are. Nor to suggest that Hythlodaeus' presence is unwelcome, when it's the furthest thing from unwelcome that could be possible.
Better still, Hythlodaeus offers another topic of conversation, and one that he is perfectly glad to turn to besides.]
This form is a replica of a man I encountered in Garlemald - ah, the northernmost reaches of the largest of the Source's continents. A land of mountains, and ruinous cold, where the natives struggled to find a foothold. A man who would have been used to - and to an extent adapted to - a colder climate.
[He remains largely still as he speaks, let Hythlodaeus's fingers explore down across his his arm and wrist to the palm of his own hand, and up into his hair. Which - as it should turn out - is very well-kept, for all that he had been largely disinclined to go to significant effort, prior to the world being Sundered.]
But regardless of what he might have been accustomed to - and what might transfer through the borrowing of his form - I still dislike cold.
[Which may, perhaps, raise the question of just what he'd been doing in the coldest reaches of the continent, but for now, Emet-Selch opts to not directly address that question.]