[Emet-Selch, perhaps unsurprisingly, offers no answer to that questioning look. He certainly has no problems with anything she's just been doing, but anything past that is not something that he offers immediately.

Instead, he waits patiently as she pushes herself upright, and only after she turns to look at him does he speak up again.]

It can, yes.

[And he certainly cannot deny that the previous month has been... fraught, to say the least. The sort of thing where the simple touch of a moment's beauty, out of season though it might be, could well be a comfort.]

And yes. I had meant to make the most of last moments of what passes for fall, here. Though your magic did offer some reason to change my course.