It isn't unreasonable to be wary about damaging Mettaton. And it's to their credit that they showed concern for him as something other than an object. It's probably better than Elidibus's initial estimations or thoughts on the matter of what the Puca is. Even now as the robot insists on being 'all living creature', there is a reserved interest, as if it is taken into consideration but not necessarily believed as fact.
But really, at the end of the day, the healers of this place left Emet-Selch's host body (and possibly the only one he gets) in the company of someone covered in filth which would be no kindness for the injuries he's obviously taken. Much less a pleasant experience. It is unacceptable. At least both seem willing to consider
"I see. Then you need no further consideration for your machine body when I begin?" Elidibus seems to accept Mettaton does know what he's talking about. Keen eyes notice some of the struggle involved in the beginning efforts of disentanglement are not just the innate weakness. "...Other than weigh...t."
The word goes from standard tone to at least an octave lower as Mettaton utters Emet-Selch's true name. Elidibus, who had been moving to the Puca's side of the bed with the intent of offering physical aid in alleviating the issue of the robot's physical weight, halts in his tracks. His jaw tenses.
There is something there in his reaction which suggests he felt something and perhaps it can be asked after another time. But the Emissary is frighteningly quick to relax and continue his journey. His response, if you can call it that, is only one of bland commentary. "It would be best to consider this a public place, Mettaton." Was that a usage of a name, of all things? "Though were are alone in this room, I would not regard this as a place which should be privy to any other form of address than Emet-Selch's proper title."
Even Emmy might be preferable. Whatever Elidibus's opinion though, his words and tone seem to indicate he's merely instructing the Puca on proper Amaurotine etiquette.
"Allow me to aid you." With that phrase, the Emissary goes about with his intent to help sort out the two bodies so both might properly take advantage of his offer. He is pointedly gentle.
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But really, at the end of the day, the healers of this place left Emet-Selch's host body (and possibly the only one he gets) in the company of someone covered in filth which would be no kindness for the injuries he's obviously taken. Much less a pleasant experience. It is unacceptable. At least both seem willing to consider
"I see. Then you need no further consideration for your machine body when I begin?" Elidibus seems to accept Mettaton does know what he's talking about. Keen eyes notice some of the struggle involved in the beginning efforts of disentanglement are not just the innate weakness. "...Other than weigh...t."
The word goes from standard tone to at least an octave lower as Mettaton utters Emet-Selch's true name. Elidibus, who had been moving to the Puca's side of the bed with the intent of offering physical aid in alleviating the issue of the robot's physical weight, halts in his tracks. His jaw tenses.
There is something there in his reaction which suggests he felt something and perhaps it can be asked after another time. But the Emissary is frighteningly quick to relax and continue his journey. His response, if you can call it that, is only one of bland commentary. "It would be best to consider this a public place, Mettaton." Was that a usage of a name, of all things? "Though were are alone in this room, I would not regard this as a place which should be privy to any other form of address than Emet-Selch's proper title."
Even Emmy might be preferable. Whatever Elidibus's opinion though, his words and tone seem to indicate he's merely instructing the Puca on proper Amaurotine etiquette.
"Allow me to aid you." With that phrase, the Emissary goes about with his intent to help sort out the two bodies so both might properly take advantage of his offer. He is pointedly gentle.