Disapproval is such a harsh word for it. Call it for what it is. An alarm that shifts his ever-growing pile of data to conclude that this is of pressing concern and may need to take priority in finding out more. Whether it was the Bond or the Cwyld infection or a mix of both coupled with the machinations of the Evergreen Circle's brainwashing spellwork may remain unclear for now. Mostly because getting the two clean, bandages changed, bedding refreshed remains marginally more important.
"If you will indulge me for a moment between the trading of wit with Emet-Selch." Utterly. Deadpan. "Are you capable of self-diagnostics, Mettaton? I would be interested in any information you may be able to provide now of your rate of recovery." To be honest, Elidibus is a little interested personally given the hybrid combination of machine and mammal, but he's probably asking primarily for the practical aspects such an answer might resolve.
As a note yes, Elidibus would encourage any effort to walk whether supported or not. But he will for the sake of expediency bodily lift Mettaton in a princess carry if he had pretended any overcomplicated struggle. So perhaps the best of both worlds there, being both supported and carried by a dashing, heroic figure. Pity the Emissary's face shows how plainly disinterested he is in the puca inclusive of largely ignoring the weighted words about how well he handles the robot's body. But it should, perhaps, amuse the bedridden ascian.
Or more like distract. The next bit of time would probably be awkward for both Unsundered. It was one thing when Emet-Selch was unconscious and Mettaton sleeping but quite another matter all told when sensibilities are conscious for both to see and one to bear witness. What will be needed is prepared from the supplies. Fresh water, plenty of towels, bandages, and dressings. It will certainly be a process both in bathing and supporting Emet-Selch when held upright. And of course the whole matter of doing this while stripped of sheets and any fabric that may have been used to clothe the injured form before Mettaton had awakened and effectively shut down the healthcare.
Elidibus has steeled himself. This is just a host body to his mental bias. Mostly. He has firmly shut off the portion of the mind that wonders whether this is more due to the facts brought to light. He presses on because he must. But he's mostly silent and laser-focused on the task.
One might wonder where any change of bedding is come to think. Or how he plans to do that final step. Patience though, that's forthcoming after this awkward moment.
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"If you will indulge me for a moment between the trading of wit with Emet-Selch." Utterly. Deadpan. "Are you capable of self-diagnostics, Mettaton? I would be interested in any information you may be able to provide now of your rate of recovery." To be honest, Elidibus is a little interested personally given the hybrid combination of machine and mammal, but he's probably asking primarily for the practical aspects such an answer might resolve.
As a note yes, Elidibus would encourage any effort to walk whether supported or not. But he will for the sake of expediency bodily lift Mettaton in a princess carry if he had pretended any overcomplicated struggle. So perhaps the best of both worlds there, being both supported and carried by a dashing, heroic figure. Pity the Emissary's face shows how plainly disinterested he is in the puca inclusive of largely ignoring the weighted words about how well he handles the robot's body. But it should, perhaps, amuse the bedridden ascian.
Or more like distract. The next bit of time would probably be awkward for both Unsundered. It was one thing when Emet-Selch was unconscious and Mettaton sleeping but quite another matter all told when sensibilities are conscious for both to see and one to bear witness. What will be needed is prepared from the supplies. Fresh water, plenty of towels, bandages, and dressings. It will certainly be a process both in bathing and supporting Emet-Selch when held upright. And of course the whole matter of doing this while stripped of sheets and any fabric that may have been used to clothe the injured form before Mettaton had awakened and effectively shut down the healthcare.
Elidibus has steeled himself. This is just a host body to his mental bias. Mostly. He has firmly shut off the portion of the mind that wonders whether this is more due to the facts brought to light. He presses on because he must. But he's mostly silent and laser-focused on the task.
One might wonder where any change of bedding is come to think. Or how he plans to do that final step. Patience though, that's forthcoming after this awkward moment.