Like a flower in the sunlight for the first time in days, Dextera visibly brightens in response to Emet-Selch’s incredibly indirect praise. He knows better than to preen at a time like this, and it wasn’t strong enough to pull that out anyway, but it’s evident that Dextera isn’t used to words like this.

Those that hurry away, Dextera doesn’t think to bother. It’s the few who are standing lost in thought that unsettle him, but being unsettled doesn’t have to mean running away. Although he glances at Emet-Selch to seek either permission or guidance, he doesn’t actually wait for a signal before approaching one of the citizens who seems particularly deep in their delusion.

He splays his palm across their face, to no reaction.