[ It has been a trying day. His magic had been worn to the end of its tether during the interrogation. Yet there is more to be done - Namely in the care of one of his injured comrades.

This one was lucky that the wound had been addressed quickly as such a deep gash to his throat could have easily been lethal. The stone spell that was used to keep the blood from rushing out had been effective, but it made healing it no less easy. He could tell that survival was not guaranteed as Misa removed the seal and he began his work.

Luckily, his ally seemed to have pulled through the hours that followed. Amos was given a cot in one of the repurposed prison cells and Emet-Selch made to check on him every so often, granting a healing spell as time and energy would permit.

He returned to the cell, performed some of the same healing magic, and found himself too weary to leave. Spending all that magic during his interrogation proved to be too much. So instead of leaving to go about his business, he sat in a chair at the bedside and closed his eyes, exhausted.

Emet-Selch must have dozed off in the time that followed. He awakes with a start when he hears stirring in the room - An unfortunate consequence of being a light sleeper. It seems his lucky comrade has woken up. ]

Ah, it seems you still draw breath. How fortunate for you.

[ He says in a tone that implicates being just as sleepy. Emet-Selch rubs at his eyes with the heel of his palm. ]

Can you speak?