It is an ask for him to perch on the uncomfortable ground. But...fine. Emet-Selch sits without protest, even if it does take a little effort to crouch down and situate himself with any small amount of comfort.

He looks at the sky for a few brief moments, but his gaze soon wanders back to Hythlodaeus. The stars could be seen at any time but his friend is here only within the confines of his dream. A friend he has longed to see for an age.

For the first time since he arrived here, he smiles just a little.

Then the question of their abilities soon rears its head though, as it was surely bound to do. "Naught is amiss. This world is not our own; it smothers our senses and dampens our creation magic." Ever since he arrived here it felt like one of his basic senses was missing given his lack of ability to see the souls of others. It has always been there, as had his creation magic. To have them gone so suddenly was jarring.

"I cannot see your soul either, but I remember what it looks like so clearly."