[That it is a very real concern is quite the understatement, yet Emet-Selch won't insult Hythlodaeus by providing a lengthy lecture as to why. For all that Hythlodaeus is doing his best to make light of the situation (and he's certain that he is; such has ever been his way), Emet-Selch imagines he's as much aware of the uncertain situation they now find themselves within as he is. Even that airy hum would indicate as much.]

Among others. But, yes.

[His boot just narrowly misses the flowers as he follows in Hythlodaeus's wake, too close to say for certain if the step was calculated or merely a fluke. Inevitably his survey of the scenery returns to the man before him who seems all too eager to watch him rather than where he's going. Emet-Selch slows (Hythlodaeus cannot trip if he ceases walking), arms crossed over his chest as he looks to him pointedly.]

[He knows a casual appeal when he hears one.]

You're suggesting something.

Yet I think perhaps you overestimate my interest in this star. Whatever becomes of it is no responsibility of mine. The only thing I've any interest in communing with is the rest I've been repeatedly denied. My work is done.

[So he says. But with Hades, "work" is never done.]