[Though Emet-Selch hadn't been quite sure what he'd been expecting other than a drink, he was fairly sure that hadn't been it. But it did clarify a few things.
...Sort of clarify, anyway. He'd now either kissed or been kissed by three of Hydaelyn's champions. What was wrong with them? What was wrong with him?
Because after a moment's startle, he does press back into the kiss, for as long as it lasts. When she pulls back, he regards her evenly, though a thread of amusement, a flicker of- interest?- could likely be felt through the tether. That apprehension almost has him put the mug back down straight away, but- instead he hums thoughtfully to himself before he answers.]
You must have chosen a truly potent one, to have gotten anything from so small a dose.
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...Sort of clarify, anyway. He'd now either kissed or been kissed by three of Hydaelyn's champions. What was wrong with them? What was wrong with him?
Because after a moment's startle, he does press back into the kiss, for as long as it lasts. When she pulls back, he regards her evenly, though a thread of amusement, a flicker of- interest?- could likely be felt through the tether. That apprehension almost has him put the mug back down straight away, but- instead he hums thoughtfully to himself before he answers.]
You must have chosen a truly potent one, to have gotten anything from so small a dose.
[And he'll just take another drink, then.]