Emet-Selch's eternally furrowed brow lifts when he sees Dextera's expression brighten. Just like a child in terrible need of encouragement, they thrive when they are given the recognition they so desperately need.

He crouches down beside the person that his Pleroma acquaintance decides to investigate further. At first, he is fine with looking and trying to see what it was Dextera searched for, but his expression turns urgent when he puts a hand on their face.

"No." Emet-Selch reaches for the boy's hand in an attempt to pull it away. "Their affliction can be taken from them if we venture too close. Do not touch them, just observe."