Being lead by the hand is not met with an approving expression - more skepticism than anything - but he follows nonetheless.

The field they find themselves in is truly beautiful. Such creatures fluttering through the air against such a crisp-colored sky is truly a sight to behold, and it nearly coaxes a rare expression of sheer admiration out into the open.

Nearly.

The name being called cuts through his admiration. Emet-Selch looks back at the house, and then to the child in his company. "They call for you, yet you still worry of 'bothering' them?"