It is easier, having Hythlodaeus at his side, settling some of the weight and allowing himself to breathe and find some inner peace. It makes him feel better, to know that he has an anchor, a fellow, someone that he knows can read him without the need for words.

It has been a long time since he has had that, since he has allowed himself it.

Lifting his head, and leaning back, eyes closed for a moment, he hums absently.

"If there are people to speak to then they will soon find you. I've no doubt that you will make quite the impression."

Emet-Selch isn't quite huffing, but it is near enough to that.

"There is the Warrior, of course, and Elidibus is also here. But there are a great deal of other passengers that will steal your time."