"Oh, please, do not. I've no stomach for your gratitude." Emet-Selch wonders, absently, how much she is aware of, what her thoughts and memories are - did the Emet-Selch of her realm, the mirror of himself, remember all of what happened? Or are they only speaking of things in the past, before all his memories were returned to him?

Either way, he doesn't particularly want to think about it. It isn't necessarily that the gratitude stings - he was summoned to aid her and thus he did so, because it was something he wished to do with what little power remained, because he respected the journey the Warrior had taken and the path they walked, burdened with the echo of grief and friendship - but that he feels as though he does not deserve it.

He does not know her, after all, even if she knows him.

Perhaps there will be time for such questions later, but for now all he does is raise an eyebrow, watching.

"And you have dragon fire here, do you?"