Though accustomed to getting insults hurled at him by this group in particular, he could not deny the last one stung, especially considering who it came from. Averting his gaze awkwardly, he said naught in response. This time. Though if she brought it up one more time, he would be forced to correct her. 

Much to the group’s fortune, their presumed deceased friend was quite intact. Though they clearly did not trust him, they did accept his offer of aide. He figured it was only because they stood to gain, but he was not one to squander such an opportunity. Trust was not easily won, and after all his kind had wrought, it was proving more difficult than he anticipated. 

With Y'shtola now reunited with the group, Emet-Selch felt like a third wheel. Sure, the dark caster had begrudgingly given her thanks, he still felt underwhelmed. 

The group was now discussing amongst themselves how they were going to go about taking down the area's Lightwarden. A conversation the Ascian had little interest of. His gaze would linger on Lumina for a few moments before quickly averting his gaze.