The combination of concern and endearing titles earns a huff of discontent. Of all those he finds himself next to, it's not ideal for it to be them.

"Concerned about my wellbeing?" Emet-Selch asks contemptuously. He is able to summon enough strength to shrug his shoulders in a dramatic fashion, although even that is a strain at present. His strength leaving him does not rob him of sounding as he typically does. "Well, I must look pitiful indeed."