Elidibus knows not what horrors of shortened syllables await his title. He misses the nuance that Mettaton's deliberation imparts and thus surely, whatever the robot puca's decision will be on the matter of addressing the Emissary, will come as a complete surprise.

Let us hope there is no fallout.

The Ascian doesn't mind that the apology is not directed toward him. Emet-Selch is the one wronged, so it stands to reason that the Puca rightly should think to turn to his beloved in this manner. Not having to resolve the discussion with further participation lets the Emissary get about his business of untangling bodies and deciding how he's going to go about the matter of cleaning.

It might occur to Elidibus to cover Emet-Selch again should it be pointed out. But the sheets are filthy and there are parts of bedside manner which remain elusive. Right now, he's considering the steps needed to make his task the most efficient. Because yes, he does have a plan on how he's going to wash two bodies which are laying in filthy bedding.

"Yes, it should be a simple matter, then." And it will begin with dry cloths being used to wipe away the largest chunks of gore and fur and the like. Never fear, Mettaton, proper warm and moist towels will follow later, but dry is the best for the initial pass. And like with his fellow Unsundered, Elidibus is dutifully mindful that bodies should not be scrubbed like they were weapons or leather armor. Even the metal bits!

It will be evident early on that the Emissary has ulterior motives for this task besides Emet-Selch's well-being. He would not, even were he not under his fellow Ascian's watchful eyes, do anything construed as horrible to Mettaton during this inspection. But inspection it is underneath the body care; not just for hidden injuries but the puca as a whole. "Fascinating," he muses almost in rhetoric, though a glance at both Emet-Selch and Mettaton actually indicates that he might be making a remark that welcomes response. "The metal seems to have become genuine flesh." After the towel brushes clean most of the gore, the Ascian's fingers draw a line from metal to flesh and fur along one of the puca's forearms. A pity it's so clinical, right? "And this is how this star has affected you?"

Keen eyes are also noting other matters. The way the fur is patchy. Some with the wholly explainable existence of sores where the cwyld infection had been manifest but others... well bare, as if the fur had been torn out. Or fallen out? Hm. Elidibus's expression could be considered interesting to watch as it does show some signs of shifting. Little frowns. Tiny, quizzical moments. Not emotion per se, but a sign that he's focused on his observations.

For Emet-Selch, it might be an echo of memories long past. A younger Elidibus in his study, wholly absorbed into the study of some book or report or another to the point where he's lost track of time. A very very faint echo. There was so much more passion back then.

At some point, Elidibus will reach a place where there might be damage to metal components of the robot turned puca. Here he pauses, carefully studying it after wiping away the gunk and asking, "Do you feel pain from this damage?" But he looks for signs that there has been a breach which might cause the soon-to-come pass of proper water-soaked cloth to be detrimental. "...Will this need a spell of mending or healing, I wonder?"

But all of this has been build-up for the main event. Once the blankets have been pulled away from Mettaton's body. Once the full dry wipe has been completed and finally Emet-Selch has gotten his sheet back (if not by request, then by the way it was folded back by Elidibus when it was removed from Mettaton's body), the Emissary cleans his hands, soaks the first of many warm towels, and begins the process of proper bathing.

But the question that had been long left unasked is suddenly brought forth. "Tell me what circumstances led to your demise, Emet-Selch?"